To See Sense

The school was a tourist spot. The nuns from different countries come to see the art. The gore was present and I saw the room of the weeping statures. We entered, it was dark and I was with a unusual companion. There were guides that walk along the tourists to explain the origin and whatever interesting facts are about the art. There was never a mention of the artists. This particular room, I failed to discern this art and wandered around alone.

A nun smiled with endearment to what she had seen as she went out of the dark room. On the left side, I saw three square doors by the wall adjacent to the exit, each larger than its own. I noticed that two larger ones were open, but I could not see the inside so I turned my back to return to my unusual companion with the guide. It was not amusing to observe the art that cannot be discerned. Suddenly the smallest door opened, whispering incoherent words directed to me. I looked back, but ignored it and in the end we proceeded to the a new art.

It was a long narrowed and enclosed cemented one-way. The setting was extremely dry and there were suddenly alot of expectators. We were there to see the winding waves. There was only one door serving as the entrance and way out. No one dared to go to the other end to see whatever is in. The view in front of us was dry, the other side were just cemented walls that got broken due to old age. A being could actually hide there and with its large holes, more than three beings could fit.

I was walking around, moving forward, until I stopped when my senses were getting weak. The farther part of the way was extremely uknowing so I walked back. When I got to the edge near the door of entrance and exit, I saw a beautiful sculpture of waves. We knew it was to support the waves of the actual water and we were getting apprehensive. There was a sound I could not explain. We thought the water would appear, but nothing had changed. Instead a few more beings entered the door and we were frightened.

A lot of the beings ran when they saw the demented beings, wearing rather grotesque clothing and weary faces. They ran-walked as if ready to attack and I hid at one of the holes and saw two beings already hiding in there; I did not care. I was suddenly wearing a dress that looked like that of the demented beings and I felt my whole body being wet, as if the water had attacked us. A demented woman found us and all of us felt fear. Smiling, she moved around as if to show that she owns us now. I walked away to avoid her gaze. Maybe it was part of the entertainment, nonetheless it felt real.