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Interlude I
Alexi’s Dreams: The Myth of Orpheus
Orpheus awoke in a flash of feverish images and stale sweat. Immediately
leaping out of bed, he looked around wildly. The image of two
women coming to him, naked and glowing blue in the light of the moon,
was still carved upon his inner senses. Remembering anything else was a
little like trying to catch the elusive snipe. Always a step ahead of you,
always the perfect prey because it isn’t really there. Desert mirages. He
stretched out to his full height and took in his surroundings for the first
time this morning.
It wasn’t until this moment that he realized that sunlight was streaming
in through the dirty glass of his chamber window, casting dazzling
globules of light from the foot of the bed to the far end of the room.
Pulling the blinds back, he stuck his head out the window and looked up
towards the sky. Light cascaded down on him, and he fell back, shielding
his eyes. Curiosity overtook him and he looked out once again. A grin
grew across his face, and he felt as if he could float, as if he were
floating, as the balls of light around him danced in an ordered symphony
of descent and ascent amidst the void of endless space.
This giddiness crystallized into a daring idea. He gathered his clothes,
and without the meticulous care usually attended to his routine and
appearance, he was out the front door of the mansion. A voice, dry and
hollow, warned him of his folly, but he paid no heed. He would find no
rest, and no peace, until he knew who he was and explored what lay
beyond the safety of the walls he had erected. Considering the energy
raised within him by his perfect, non-possessive lust for those girls in his
dream, he flew down the marble steps that descended into the garden.
For many hours he walked through the winding passages of the
labyrinth. Crumbling statues of familiar, forgotten faces peered out at
him from recessed alcoves. The tall, pristine walls of pruned bushes grew
unkempt and wild, and jasmine was in the air. The statues lay in chunks
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