My sight stopped at the entrance of the exhibition. It looks mysterious with black gate and black velvet, trying to hide you from another mysterious side.
Entrance image courtesy of JCP
Walking inside with me and imagine ….
…A long time ago in the future, after many trials and adventures, The Traveller conquers the ten secret gates of the Glass Pagoda and recovers the Ten Treasures: The Osforth Legacy, Surname’s Light, Box Dolled Xob, the Projection of Ixorb, the Ligomancer’s Bands, Oglof, the Orauro Mesh, Galaver’s Prize, Agaxa’s Promise and the skins of Fygrade.
You are a traveller and you have no idea where are you…
“The mountain there could be seen a bright and queerly coloured place on the other side, under or may be up on the bare tree with its mirror reflected more and more around space.”
“…Walking into the hall of the king’s throne, I’ve been invited to meet the Moon-King.”
There is a crystal room next to the king’s throne where is the magic and curses are hidden.
..Never know that this stair will take you down or up. I walked on the crystals with silent and I feel peaceful…
“…The grand prize lives there still, imprisoned in the timeless, I have a feeling of powerful… “
“…It seems to be poison by coloured. Do not scare yourself until you touch it with your mind…”
“Branches of tree sprout out and torn your skin, let me see what you are inside..”
“…Hang me tight and fired me here under the moonlight..”
“…You’ve hidden where you came from..”
“…Shining a powerful of strength that the eye cannot discern…”
“…Never be one thing or the other for anybody, for it will be your ruin.”
SURANDE“…Lost in the forest, I cannot understand how are beautiful and scareful can happen in the meantime…”
Agaxa image courtesy of JCP
No longer is it recorded by man or machine why the traveller seeks these Ten Treasures. All the great wizards departed, vanishing into a silent limbo, to wait for the time when they would be called again. The powers abroad in the world’s young age may recede, but they do so like retreating glaciers, slowly and leaving small fragments of magic everywhere, waiting to be rediscovered…
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