Hells Bad Dream

Fast we glided supernatural over black rippling black shiny crystals of an undulating mass. Hundreds of feet above appeared the black crystal mass  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 crash landed to the ground bouncing off 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 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 Tuesday another bland day.

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