what he saw
so said the weary wanderer when he came upon the foundry of dreams, "may i see the man who is in charge, for i wish to change my dreams for the better".
none of the foundry workers, whose faces were obscured by the dismal lighting, looked up or even slowed their endless toiling.
again, the weary wanderer asked of the toiling workers "i would like to speak with the one who leads this production".
not even a sideways glance was spared by the workers as they went about their drudgery.
the wanderer, in a flash of indignant hostility, clutched one of the workers, reeled him around to make his demand face to face, and upon sight of the man's face, released him, aghast. it was as if the wanderer had taken hold of a cracked and filthy mirror and gazed at his own distorted reflection.
the wanderer grabbed another worker as to look upon his face as well, but shreiked as he was
greeted by the same distorted mirror image.
the wanderer took hold of worker after worker, looking into each of their faces only to find that his sullied reflection was worn by every worker. but all this time he was unaware that gradually all the workers had stopped their toiling, and even though they had not even attempted to look at the wanderer previously, they now were all standing dead still glaring at him with the utmost hatred. it was not until the wanderer had eyed every last worker's face that he realized that he was now the center of attention, as all the sullen eyes were upon him. and it was not until that moment that he realized how truly dark, decrepit, and sinister his surroundings were. and it was not until then did he realize that in his attempt to make his dreams better, he had stumbled into a nightmare.
none of the foundry workers, whose faces were obscured by the dismal lighting, looked up or even slowed their endless toiling.
again, the weary wanderer asked of the toiling workers "i would like to speak with the one who leads this production".
not even a sideways glance was spared by the workers as they went about their drudgery.
the wanderer, in a flash of indignant hostility, clutched one of the workers, reeled him around to make his demand face to face, and upon sight of the man's face, released him, aghast. it was as if the wanderer had taken hold of a cracked and filthy mirror and gazed at his own distorted reflection.
the wanderer grabbed another worker as to look upon his face as well, but shreiked as he was
greeted by the same distorted mirror image.
the wanderer took hold of worker after worker, looking into each of their faces only to find that his sullied reflection was worn by every worker. but all this time he was unaware that gradually all the workers had stopped their toiling, and even though they had not even attempted to look at the wanderer previously, they now were all standing dead still glaring at him with the utmost hatred. it was not until the wanderer had eyed every last worker's face that he realized that he was now the center of attention, as all the sullen eyes were upon him. and it was not until that moment that he realized how truly dark, decrepit, and sinister his surroundings were. and it was not until then did he realize that in his attempt to make his dreams better, he had stumbled into a nightmare.
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