A Trail of Shadows
Then you reach a crossing where the narrow side streets of Emptiness merge into the wide avenues of Infinity. The Neverland where lines don't stop. They are pressed together. Sharp, cold lines. Neverland of the ever-longed-for escape. Signs of their beamy pride. Fine, sharp-edged lines. Hungry-looking gargoyles, their mouths stretched wide, bulge out from massive stone blocks. They are trying to scare you, yet there is such grace in their meandering, sky-bound bodily extension. You try to subdue their twirling figures, if only for a second, but the little effort makes you dizzy. Or maybe it's you who are turning around them like a dead leaf. They are your lifelong partners, ever since dawn settled in your life, ever since...
How long has it been so?
How long and for what journey? You probably don't know anything about it.
You let your hands linger on the silver bannister.
As if nothing here were made for the touch of human hands.