ras many questions we decided to take the drug and see what happens, in search of Serefkar parchment.
We fell into a deep sleep and wake up in the same compartment of the train where we met for the dream experience.
We note that the properties that we had at the time of taking the drug had been set back to a more primitive state of technology. The guns had become deep, the cartridges in stones, lanterns and torches and everything except clothing. Leaving the bay
saw that all the windows closed estban with the blinds drawn. Petrovich tried to cause them to crack with his sword, which had not had any transformation.
From the door of one of the compartments out aspejito he had taken in the home of Wellington and found to my amazement that we had no reflection whatsoever. Maybe we had become bloodthirsty vampires virginal as in the work of Bram Stoker? I think not but I can not be absolutely sure there is not any near virgin at the time.
After much amazement we got to the Chat Noir or Die Scwarzkater, to which a witch that seemed taken from a tale by the Brothers Andersen stirring a cauldron containing gruesome remains of bodies of humans.
already in the cafe, tavern now, get out that the Earl of Essence was now called Prince. We left the tavern
coffee, the more confused if anything. Now I thank the Lord that I dotase of a largeintellect. We
florida street again and instead we ran into a street performance by a magician who took away all fours. Maimed, magician laughed so insane.
Suddenly I do not know very well to tell what this reminded me of the book of Alice in Wonderland.
and returned to the bank and this time we encountered giant chess, in which individuals were fioguras Dickies pointed to their role and the players were two gigantic androgynous figures, one black and one white.
The game began to unfold before our eyes, every time a tab conm just another cut his neck. The movements began to become increasingly fast and the carnage was total. By getting the black playeror to kill the white king, the figure representing the player is torn apart. At the same moment the figure turned his head and winning stared at us, helándonos soul.
Upon entering the bank Ferrell had the happy idea of pronouncing the name aloud Serefkar, which caused a cold wind helase us the heart, as if we would have heard something alive.
decided to return to taxidermy and passed through a square where a human figure made of wire and scraps of skin and flesh in the middle stood defiant. His vision turned us all repulsive. The statue came a beautiful voice sang a melody of such beauty that we were unable to avoid mourn. Overwhelmed by such beauty
continue our path until theis very concerned about their fate, perhaps because he knows that in our world is dead. I do not know if death will be as irreversible as here in our reality, but if not we will try to get out of this alive. Whenever
this reminds me more of a Borges story, a young Argentine author I've had a chance to read something during my stay in Paris. Fiction and reality blend period, can the two end our lives. I consider then that is reality and what is fiction, if we nostro which the delimited or are they self-existent entities independent of us. I have to stop reading Kierkegaard.
Prince demands our attention. Trial begins.
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