The twisting vines coiled around the dark palace, clawing its way back down into the sullen earth. Walking slowly through the leaves, her footsteps crunched in the deafening silence. She inched ever so slightly towards its harrowing doors and gazed upward at its imposing might.
She took a deep breath, allowing her hand to gently caress the large engravings that had been scrawled over its gilded doors.
“Here God is Blind”
It was written in the Old language, though it was hardly legible. It seemed to be written in great haste. She thought of the asylum patients and the strange symbols they had drawn all over themselves.
She scrutinized every part of it, puzzled by what she saw. It wasn’t written when the palace was first erected, that much she knew. The structure itself predated the engraving by at least four thousand years.
What’s more, the remarkable stone that made up its towers had crumbled away. Even the greatest archeologists of her time could not identify its true properties. She marveled to think of how it looked in its prime.
What she could ascertain, however, is that it was once a glass like material. It was something that could not have been of this earth, yet here it was, still rooted into the dirt. She couldn’t help but feel as though the walls were listening to her, watching closely as she walked along the great entrance. She could not help being humble in their presence.
The young woman bowed her head as a show of respect, cautiously pushing the doors open, half expecting them to bite closed onto her flesh.
Magnificent eyes sang in dissonant voices—“Be Not Afraid.”
Dropping her light, she desperately clawed at her face where her own eyes had once been and the doors snapped shut.
