Fractured

Fractured
(of Wolves and Nightmares)

One, two, three …welcome to the world! You open your eyes inside that labyrinth with a bewildered look in your eyes.

“What did you say your name was?” the night porter asks with inquisitive dullness.
“My name?”
“I figured so … you can walk right on in, they are expecting you” the porter sighs as he closes his eyelids and opens the door.

You just keep on walking in a straight line, it all seems so cubical out here as that sense of minimalism prevails everywhere. Where on earth was this supposed meeting going to take place? In the horizon of the not so far away distance there is a muffled red neon light plastered against that angle formed between the wall and the ceiling and as finally you reach there, you also come to note that this is the end of the road. Know what? There is no door anywhere, so could it be you walked all the way over here for no reason? Feeling used in a silly way you turn around and just as you are about to start walking you observe that chair standing there. It was not there before! Could it be then: that it had materialized out of nowhere? Is that why they asked you over here? With that in mind, you sit down thinking this has to be the waiting room, however, nothing happens as you just sit there starting at the redness of the light. Let’s just go back you suddenly come to think, but when you get to your feet you realize there is nothing but darkness behind of you, a blackness which stares you down intensely and is filled with those howling oddities of buzzing electricity. More light! That is what you need! You pull the chair closer towards that light and carefully climb on top of it hoping there is a dimmer to make the light brighter. There is a deafening scream as you burn your fingers and as you fall down the sudden shimmer of the light absorbs you.

“Are you quite alright?” the matching man questions hopping in a spiral pattern of gentle lunacy.
“There was a light!” you speak looking at the candle flame dancing in the winds.
“A light? It was blue, was it not?”
“No, it was red!”
“Are you sure?”
“Quite sure!”

The marching man walks up to you cutting a straight line slowly evaporating in that waviness of spiral dust and begins to play his tuba: a very slow and dragging version of Orpheus in the underworld.

“STOP IT!” you shout crazily spinning around in ever widening concentric circles.

“What is your problem?” the lady asks from behind the counter with obvious annoyance, “I have given you your bread, what more could you want?”
“I really wanted some desserts!”
“Well, we don’t have any … now buzz off!”

With suspicious anger you drag your body out through the front door and you can hear the dangling bell as the gate shuts behind you. Which way to go now? An intense nausea comes over you as you see all those many pathways presenting themselves in front of your suffocating vision. All you can think of is to take a coin out of your pocket and toss it up high in the air …

One, two, three … no: this cannot be, there are only suppose to be two sides to any coin: this one and the flipside. The first thing that comes to your mind is what you do next: to choose blindly which road to take and to keep on going fully determined to find a way out of this mazy madness which has clouded reality like a hurricane. After a little while you open your eyes as you stand there with greatest surprise in that metallic corridor of cylindrical proportions with images of tesseracts engraved all over. But this made no sense whatsoever! In disbelief you blink your eyes a couple of times and then there occurs this mechanical wheezing sound as the floor starts to bend and you start sliding down, slowly at first then faster … faster … and … free falling you become one with gravity. Is this the end? Will the surface greet you with an obliterating crash fracturing your mind for all eternity? There it is! Just a few more tick tocks away …

One, two three … and you bounce upwards again as if you had wings like a trampoline. There is that spongy landscape, a giant cube made out of an infinity of cubes all sides with their middle panels missing.

“There you are Menger!” an omnipresent voice reverberates forming the most bizarre pattern of audibility as sometimes the sponge absorbs and other times refuses to do so, bouncing everything back with a vengeance. Something dawns upon your mind! You are there! Here it is! You have reached …

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