FANTASMAGORÍA

As they marched on, the doll hand that was guiding them
rotated upwards. The children followed the guiding finger
and saw a tall spyral like road floating and coiling around
an unaturally narrow hill, closer in looks to an obelisk, yet
clearly part of the land. The road was long and the summit
was high in the sky but at the top laid another portal and
reaching it would put an end to their arduous journey, and
so, they soldier on, climbing the coiling road. “It doesn’t
seems like this place is as dangerous as the others, but it’s
certainly much more strange” Gulliver thought to himself
as he looked over his shoulder to check his little friend in
case she wasn’t keeping up, however she couldn’t look more
resolved, even trotting to make up for her small stature and
short legs.
As they got closer, keeping the pace was becoming harder
and harder, even taking a single step was becoming as tiring
as lifting a rock. If even the most basic of task was becoming
this diffucult, they dreaded the thought of having to fight
another creature like in the previous rooms of the castle.
When, finally, they saw the summit, and at the moment,
time seemed to slow down for every step they took, every
second felt like it was lasting an eternity, even if from
someone’s elese perspective they seemed to simply be moving
somewhat slower. Both children were aware of the situation,
yet it seemed even their thoughts had come to a halt as they
couldn’t start to communicate or even move their lips. At that
very infinitely lasting moment, a reverberating voice spoke,
breaking up what seemed like eternity in silence and stillness.