The crystal sphere melts under the influence of an enchantress who charms my abode withÂ amorousÂ kisses and playful licks of her sedative tongue. The beguiling mistress steals into my chamber and while Iâ€™m busyÂ revelingÂ in the company of my delightful gifts â€“ silk robes, jewels, food and wine, she embraces me tightly from behind. My senses precipitate under her numb influence as I begin to wither. I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my teeth in agony. She adds a coda of her own to the grand pas de trois performed by the naked moonlight,Â la danseuse noble, the kaleidoscopic Â evening, the blithe zephyr; and lashes out at the tout ensemble. Cowered by the pungent monstrosity of this diabolical seductress, these divine elements known to embalm a harried and a distrait soul, zip out of my chamber and dissolve into theÂ sombernessÂ of night.
I wake up to anÂ uncomfortableÂ and anÂ eerieÂ silence drowned in ambient darkness. The once pleasant air, now smells of dust. My lips are parched, throat dry and feet blistered. Iâ€™m beckoned by an invisible force; it cajoles me to get up on my trembling limbs and follow it against my will. I can barely stand on my legs, but summon enough courage to drag myself forward in the hope that I shall soon be greeted by a beacon heralding a new day. Tired, I plop on all fours and try to crawl forth with great difficulty. I yowl in order to summon help from unexpected corners. The sterile hinterland echoes with myÂ shriveledÂ voice which gradually dies down but not before it brings an avalanche of deathlike silence rolling down with enormous speed towards me.
Iâ€™m peacefully dead and buried now. But my inconsolable sobs still linger in the desolation and are audible to no one except me.