Proxio

Jeździecka jesień Przyjaciel z daleka przybył niespodzianie. Niechciany trochę, wysoki, poczwórny. Z mgły się wyłonił pozdrawiając wszystkich spojrzeniem Uśmiechniętym szczerze mnie zaskoczonego Ambiwalentnie i gapiów dookoła. Dech we wszystkich struchlał i oczy zdębiały Kiedy ścieżkami, ulicami spacerowo przejeżdżał. Odpoczywał w drodze, z miejsca na miejsce przystając, Zawsze w białym dymie rozmyślając ogniście Przecierał czarną opoką swoje zmęczone, Martwoszare oblicze.

Afternoon was cloudy, yet bright. A thin fog lied itself upon a garden neighboring an old, well kept palace. Lady ButterCup, Danish heiress who owned the mansion, was standing on the balcony and looking at shattered window panes of a long locked room, recollected tragic events which took place three weeks before. It was then a calm evening with clear, dark skies. She was just returning from her usual day-long horse ride and intended to immediately join her friend, a girl of sparkly attitude, with dark blue eyes and long, red hair bound neatly in a long ponytail, who was found years ago wandering through nearby forest and since then adopted a

'How did I get here?', I wondered as I took step after step on a spotless mirror floor. There was nothing around me - absolute desert. Or so it seemed, for I stumbled upon an invisible obstacle. On contact a painting began to appear. It was a flowery web. And then from this graffiti-enriched wall emerged something odd, well for me anyway. Two rats on two balls, one red and the other white, rolled out - like a circus act. Their skill was astonishing. While admiring their performance a feeling of unexplainable dread overtook me, like some tremendous, levitating mountain threatening to submit to gravity. Immobilizing fear seized me, but I had no