2. The Atrium of Memory
The photograph shimmers and becomes noticeably heavier.
For an instant your body vanishes, carrying you, weightless, to the world of memories.
You hover within an enormous tree trunk, hollowed out, a tunnel towards open twilight sky. Braided roots flow underfoot, blanketed by moss and clover as though embroidered and delicately staged to welcome forest dwellers for an evening banquet.
A fountain burbles next to you. It’s made from near-transparent rose quartz, and hums with song: something more melodious than water alone.
[ Listen to the music of the rose-quartz fountain ] —
Collections of glowing images emerge and fade away inside the fountain’s waterfalls by an unknown mechanism — or a trick of the mind? — somehow, with astonishing clarity.
They are memories, and they do not seem to be your own.
[ Catch one of the images suspended briefly in water ] —
Thank you for this journey. It’s nice to be swept away.
I'm only on 2 and can vouch for your ideas being genuinely fun and imaginative. Thank you for sharing your world with me/us. I would LOVE to have an ability to hear the underlaying songs of fountains. Especially, I would like to see a fountain made of near-transparent rose quartz. <3