Laying there upon the dais, Shelle's mind flies quickly through the night but she can not rouse from the dream-state in time to avoid a rather eerie nightmare... In the center of her field of vision is a huge black castle, like a silhouette against a cloud of moonlight. As the pharaohs whose stature were measured by how many concubines were in their pyramid, it appears to be a monument to a powerful dark lord.

The cathedral built with His power could contain an army of followers or His solitary bride; His living quarters at the top, beneath which was tucked the bridal chamber, where His captive was there for His slightest whim... As if the dialog between the archeological discoverers plays in undercurrents of Shelle's dream, visuals come in and out of focus, bringing her along for the tour of a mythical realm through the lens of centuries past.

"The door is tremendous, fifty men would have trouble pushing it open," someone observes, "and the view is stunning, with w...

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