Fast we glided supernatural over black rippling, black shiny crystals of an undulating mass. Hundreds of feet above none appeared hot, the black crystal mass was frozen water, thousands of feet deep
where structure alighted. This pulsing mass pushed into the corners of medieval stone blocks, my companion and I revoked our avian flight and crashed to the ground bouncing of the medieval stone blocks of this fortress. Unknown black frozen crystal waters
escaped draining through gaps in the windowless innards of oppression.
Below my companion and I rode this slow grindy pulse mass on, into a drained courtyard the mass dissipating in a conical vortex. We stood upright a trap door opened, we cascaded spiralling
to the depths bouncing from the sides of this black stone vision of hell, flickering animal oil lamps sizzling and glowing on the walls thud, we stopped, we managed to raise ourselves to our feet naked maidens with gold chains around there midriffs greeted
us in a fashion, they guided us with torches cutting shadows through black dripping tunnels to a master chamber where a tall mistress of this darkness sat in her crooked alter chair. Were we going to awake from this pit of erotic hell surely this was only Tuesdays
dream.