UTOPIA
"I had a dream that was not at all a dream, the heady twilight sky blessed in the symphony of the setting sun between the stupendous ramparts of chrome and opalescent turrets, which shimmered with the last reflection of summer, where only the idea of God and infinity hovered, bringing a wind that gently invites me with its musky breeze, whispering nostalgia for an time immemorial, I witness what I have never seen anywhere, although I have been an enthusiast of the surreal and fantastic stories and have soaked me in the Lovecraft's dark journeys, Asimov's fantasies and Poe's mysteries.
The vast horizon offers my visions a shoal of iridescent towers, blazing with all the foundations of the universe, but soon my attention was drawn to the cluster of an even greater foundation, and — as my eyes tried to process the image —, I realized that it seemed to monopolize the entire line of the continent in a confluence of multifaceted megalopolises that funneled kilometers above in a kaleidoscope of innumerable worlds!
I couldn't tell if it was a mountain or a tower, or was it both? Yet that paradoxical-looking architecture had proved frighteningly omnipotent in its vastness, which transcended miles away... away... away... Challenging even my notions of space and perspective, I felt unable to measure all that sinister splendor, but I could understand within the finiteness of human intellect, that it seemed to reduce Mount Everest itself to a mere ant, so much that I could even see the beauty of day and night at the same time, marking light above and darkness below in two time zones!
The more I stooped upward, the more its nightmarish height rose evermore beyond the dreaming red holocaust, where no eye ever reach the top of the tower, crumbled by the crimson wounds of sidereal fires.
Even from afar, I could see that the titanic alabaster walls bore the marks of a myriad of aeons, evidencing an ancient antiquity, so absolute, so extreme, that it awakens in the depths of my soul a sensation - a primordial feeling that language human is incapable of explaining, but a mixture of terror and...
...Fascination!
Throughout the show, there was a vague suggestion of a secret behind that intelligence carved into that ancestral architecture: as if the universe itself spared us from venturing beyond the forbidden spheres of the dream, into complex gargantuan abysses of time and unnatural interdimensionality, which a mere mortal is incapable of understanding.
It was at that moment when I was dragged violently by the tyrannical hands of the Gods of Dream back to the earthly prisons of my world, to the draconic laws of matter, and I woke up, - drunk with the memory of an odyssey - I spent... All afternoon. .. Trying to search in the fleeting labyrinths of the mind, the fragments of dreams from a distant land."
