31 Days: Anno mirabile
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Can someone tell me where I got this from? It's so annoying to plagiarise and not even remember from whom.
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Naoe sleeps. He dreams of waking in another city, putting on a black suit, meeting his own gaze in the mirror. At nine he leaves the apartment and at three he is getting out of his car before a tiny mossy-eaved shrine. The inside is shadowed and smells of incense. He circles around the dilapidated altar, and opens a door. At the bottom of a set of spiral stairs that should not exist Hakkai awaits, eyes narrowed in a face grey and patient like that of a sandstone Buddha. He opens another door, bows, and falls in behind Naoe as he steps through. The place they enter is dark and cool. There is a dizzying sensation of space, but it is impossible to guess at the room's proportions. Perhaps it is a cave. Holy energy seeps from the ground like mist and saturates the air. Tendrils of it catch at Naoe's trouser legs as he descends toward the centre. There a reddish glow flickers, not like a flame, but in the manner of bright light shone through animal tissue to illuminate the pulsating mesh of vessels that carry blood from the heart and back. As it is approached the source of the glow reveals itself: a misshapen lump sprouting limbs, extremities, skin as fine as cobweb, a fleshy bud enveloping a cabinet of white bone enclosing a human soul trapped like a specimen in the jelly of the developing brain, a pinned butterfly that sleeps and dreams of being a man.
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Can someone tell me where I got this from? It's so annoying to plagiarise and not even remember from whom.
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Naoe sleeps. He dreams of waking in another city, putting on a black suit, meeting his own gaze in the mirror. At nine he leaves the apartment and at three he is getting out of his car before a tiny mossy-eaved shrine. The inside is shadowed and smells of incense. He circles around the dilapidated altar, and opens a door. At the bottom of a set of spiral stairs that should not exist Hakkai awaits, eyes narrowed in a face grey and patient like that of a sandstone Buddha. He opens another door, bows, and falls in behind Naoe as he steps through. The place they enter is dark and cool. There is a dizzying sensation of space, but it is impossible to guess at the room's proportions. Perhaps it is a cave. Holy energy seeps from the ground like mist and saturates the air. Tendrils of it catch at Naoe's trouser legs as he descends toward the centre. There a reddish glow flickers, not like a flame, but in the manner of bright light shone through animal tissue to illuminate the pulsating mesh of vessels that carry blood from the heart and back. As it is approached the source of the glow reveals itself: a misshapen lump sprouting limbs, extremities, skin as fine as cobweb, a fleshy bud enveloping a cabinet of white bone enclosing a human soul trapped like a specimen in the jelly of the developing brain, a pinned butterfly that sleeps and dreams of being a man.
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