Narrative
Europe

I climbed to the top of the tower and found myself in an empty chamber, the black and white diamonds of the floor interrupted only by a giant red buoy that bobbed and waved, motionless on marble seas…

I climbed to the top of the tower and found myself in an empty chamber, the black and white diamonds of the floor interrupted only by a giant red buoy that bobbed and waved, motionless on marble seas…

Portugal

I entered the tomb and closed the city noise behind me. A sadness crossed the ceiling and the hourglass froze into stone. Behind the two bodies the statue quietly wept and buried her veiled head in her empty hands...
I descended down the winding stairs, the cold stone growing with moss and moisture as the light evaporated and froze. In the wet darkness I unlocked the chaste red velvet door and entered in…
Next journey...
 
 
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ANTHONY ELLIS