Before
Gany could lead us away from the bar, Star took charge and grabbed her sister’s
reluctant hand. “See you there,” she cooed at me. With that, Star pulled Summer
away into the crowd.
I
turned to Gany. “Well, are we going or aren’t we?”
“After
you, mon ami.” Gany said, gesturing towards
where Summer and Star had fled.
“Uh,
except I don’t know where we’re going, remember?” I said, not understanding
him.
“To
the south corner, of course. Straight that way.”
“Oh,
all right then.” Hesitating not another moment, I made a grab for the bottle on
the bar counter and journeyed into the sea of faces before me.
“They’re
very different, aren’t they?” I projected my words behind me so that Gany could
hear.
“Summer
and Star? Non, non. Just, ah, opposite ends of the same pole.”
“Because
they’re twins.”
“Because
they are twins.”
“Like
night and day, they are.”
Through
the faces, together we made our way across the floor until at last arriving
at the south corner of the room, an area covered more in shadow than light.
Even for the bar being dark as it was, every part had some colour spectrum
illuminating it, but not here. It was like a light had burnt out. It was also
more secluded, and the boom of the music seemed to dwindle, though it was still
a substantial force.
“So
where are they?” I asked immediately, looking to either side, hoping to catch
sight of them. I was about to double check when something bumped into me from
behind. I immediately spun around. Only Gany was there.
“Did
you just bump me?”
“Pardon?”
“Nothing….
So where did Summer and Star go, you think? This is where we were to reconvene,
in this dark corner?”
“I
am sorry, but I am not sure that I quite understand.”
“What’s
not to understand? We’re here and they’re not.”
“Ah,
but they are here. Look closer.” He put a hand on my back and turned me around.
I
looked into the darkness, standing near on my toes for a better view. “What do
you mean they’re there? I don’t see anyone.” I tried adjusting my eyes to peer
though the black.
“You
only ’ave to open your eyes to see.”
I
heard him say and walk past me towards total darkness, last touching the brim
of his cap with a tip of his finger then pointing to shadows that proceeded to
swallow him whole.
Like
that, gone. What in the house of Doa?!
I
jerked my head around to look for others who shared my reaction, but no one
took notice. It was as empty as before, and the few passersby did not give the
faintest of acknowledgement.
So
what had just happened? Obviously the darkness went further into the corner
space. Yet the walls didn’t seem to allow for it. Then perhaps a room hidden
behind the corner? I didn’t know. What I did know, however, was that wherever
he went, two others were most likely there with him. They were waiting there on
the other side. That was enough for me to proceed.
What
else could I really do but take a walk? And so I did just that, my arms
sprawled out ahead of me, ready at any second to hit a barrier. Yet nothing
came.
And
for a moment that’s all I saw: darkness, by a barricade of none. Then it
happened—my sudden blindness began to clear, and I emerged from the black. I found
myself in a place I knew as impossible to be, yet there I was in what appeared to
be a long, stone-covered corridor, dimly lit by a series of burning torches
staggered along its walls. At the end of the hall stood an arched doorway
shrouded by shadow.
At
the forefront of this obscure channel did Gany take poise, alongside another
more covered in shadow—the two of them, watching me.
“What
in the—”
“Ah,
you made it. Merveilleux.”
“Gany,
what … is this place?” I stammered.
“This,
ah … it is just another piece of la
maison, no? It leads us to the main foundations.”
“Right.
So there’s more, then?” I tried my best to get my bearings and take it all in. I
then looked behind me to where I once was and saw what only confirmed the
bizarre nature of things.
“What
is problem, hmmm? I mean, is it really so difficile
to wrap your ’ead around? You can still see the club, no? You can still ’ear
the music, yes…? Are we then not still in much the same transition of space? I
believe so.”
“Space
or time…?” I whispered. He was right. I could clearly see into the club. I
could hear the music, too, although it was somewhat muffled. It seemed,
however, different from being there and felt like I had emerged from outside
the scene, placed on the outskirts and looking in. The place, alive with light
and sound and all its droves of people, the legions of bodies fluxed to the
surge of a pounding beat in the distance, seemed to me within another world.
“They
can’t see us? None of them can, none of them know where we are?” I inquired.
“Oui.
And so privacy is granted.”
I
ripped myself away from the scene playing out before me and looked back to Gany,
needing more answers. “Why? How is this place kept secret?”
“Is
it not enough that it is?”
Not
enough.
He
sensed my answer. “It is too dark between places. It’s in the way the light is
positioned. People, they are blind to see.”
“Like
an optical illusion.”
“Mais oui, an optical illusion.”
Still,
I wasn’t sure. “I don’t get it. Even in the darkness, I’d think one would be
able to see the firelight rising off these torches.”
“Well…”
He walked closer so that I could for the first time since arriving in that
corridor see the whites of his eyes. “Could you? Could you see the light?”
He
had me there. “No. No, I couldn’t.”
“See.”
He smiled. “And what people often cannot see as fact—”
“—people
won’t believe,” I finished.
I
let out a small sigh and returned to the club scene. “Just seems like looking
in on something I’m no longer part of. Surreal, really, like it’s another place.”
“Or
plain of frequency channel.” The stranger with Gany spoke up and stepped out of
the shadows. I had nearly forgotten she was there. Slightly shorter than Gany,
the girl carried with her a buxom and full-figured shape. Her faint complexion
worked well in making other attributes that much more striking. Her faced
seemed to shine, even in the dim light. Her hazel eyes drew you in, and her
thick cinnamon hair fell just shy of her shoulders. On her feet she donned a
set of emerald heels that glittered with only the most minimal of movements. She
also wore knee-high stockings of viridian that followed up to a long sleeved
dress of what appeared an iridescent blue green.
Gany
spoke. “Where are my manners? Ambrosia, please allow me to introduce the lady
Alrisha.”
I
directed my gaze toward her. “Alrisha. And are you another one of Mona’s…?” How
else would she know of this place?
She
merely nodded, coming towards me with a warm embrace.
“Nice
meeting you,” I said once she released me. Again she gave a slight nod of
acknowledgement.
“Alrisha,
she doesn’t say much. Do you, Rish?” Gany said.
“I
can see that,” I said. “But, Alrisha, if you don’t mind me asking, what then
sparked in you the need to speak up moments ago? What did you mean by the words
you said?”
“Only
that people can see just that what is set before them,” Alrisha explained
without, I thought, any trouble.
“Yes,
yes. It’s too dark to see.” Not sure if that’s what she was getting at.
“Now,
you are ’ere to see Summer and Star, no…?” Gany said.
“They
are here then…?” Suddenly all priorities changed.
“But
of course. So let us go see them.” Gany clasped his hands and began to head for
the arched doorway, bidding that we follow. “Come, the others will be eagerly
waiting our arrival.”
My
heart was racing.
Together
we descended down the stone passage and through the arched doorway. We reached
a spiraling staircase, also lit with torches, and, making the journey further
below, I listened to the sounds of the club fade away as we reached the foot of
what appeared to be the bottom level. We then passed through the arches of yet
another open portal, and the music finally disappeared.
As we passed under the marble structure,
seemingly more grand in size and appearance than the last, we were brought to a
place of more grandeur than I ever thought possible to be constructed by human
hands.
“Gama Moa!” I lost my bearings as I gazed at
the spectacle before me. Stretching long and high, a princely cathedral bore
its foundations deep within this underground shaft. Entirely drawn in marble
like its archway, the everywhere of this room shimmered so that it caused an
image of oneself to be reflected upon the surface stone. Like the spaces that
led into it, this room used fire as a source of light, but with so much the
greater a source for inspiration. Here, the torches were presented by raised
statues. I counted twelve, intricately patterned. Each one an icon and beautifully rendered. The
torches protracted from hands held aloft, a light that stretched over the scope
of the room, reaching up to epic ceiling heights of this domed enclosure. The
statues themselves, located to either side of us, stood six apart, evenly
spaced along the chamber’s length.
“Spectacular,”
I said.
“I
think so, too, mon ami,” Gany replied.
Past
the statues, the back of the room was shaped like a half sphere, and within it a
raised semi-circle held position. Two girls were seated there on its either
side, one dark as midnight’s serenade of moonlit overture, the other as light
as dawn’s sun-beamed canzonet.
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