XI | Mushroom Dream
She rose suddenly and took him by the arm. “Come with me,” she said, and turned to leave.
Was this the vision?
He remained. Their arms tugged against each other.
She turned to face him. “It is the vision, my love. See how you are fully–dressed and wear your mask, which you know to be still in the cage.”
He looked at her, saying nothing. She released his hand and crossed the room, glancing at him alluringly over her shoulder every few strides—until disappearing behind a green veil.
He followed her. If pressed, he could not have explained what he was thinking; he wasn’t, really. At least not in any way he was accustomed to.
He brushed the veil away and stepped from the cavern, entering a torch lit stairwell which contained a spiral staircase leading down to semi-d
