On a rock wall that shouldered where they stood were pictures painted with very small bright dots. Murals that were of the rich ochres and rust, chalk and mixed earths, with perfectly formed circles, methodically placed, a braille of creativity. One could make out a great goanna dragon contesting the kangaroo men with whorls upon whorls encircling them.
Goober fixed his eyes on the picture wall just momentarily and the dots appeared to move and group before his eyes, forming and reforming images of other pictures entirely different. He was reminded of the Tibetan sands and similarly they too were comprised of the many places and ages, for which the substance itself was their secret … how they are of themselves a living testimony to a time, and a deep magic of memory.
The Azlan had once again disappeared as quickly as he had arrived, however his presence was still apparent. It had been he that enabled the tribesmen to come forth … and yet they were not summoned or compelled by him, his authority had simply appealed to them.
Until now the spirits of the ages had only the licence to be observers; yet by the Azlan’s asking came also the permission for them to intervene. The native souls were now gathered and ready.
With one single breath the two thousand spirit tribesmen each opened their mouths and blew the doors open. The surrounding structure gave way also, and the front of the building came down. Puck and Goober were staring right inside at a lobby that had several lifts whose only button to press was for going down.
Goober fixed his eyes on the picture wall just momentarily and the dots appeared to move and group before his eyes, forming and reforming images of other pictures entirely different. He was reminded of the Tibetan sands and similarly they too were comprised of the many places and ages, for which the substance itself was their secret … how they are of themselves a living testimony to a time, and a deep magic of memory.
The Azlan had once again disappeared as quickly as he had arrived, however his presence was still apparent. It had been he that enabled the tribesmen to come forth … and yet they were not summoned or compelled by him, his authority had simply appealed to them.
Until now the spirits of the ages had only the licence to be observers; yet by the Azlan’s asking came also the permission for them to intervene. The native souls were now gathered and ready.
With one single breath the two thousand spirit tribesmen each opened their mouths and blew the doors open. The surrounding structure gave way also, and the front of the building came down. Puck and Goober were staring right inside at a lobby that had several lifts whose only button to press was for going down.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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