We are in some
kind of church or cathedral... it is huge... complex and ancient...
partially ruined.
Tall, tall elegant structures of carved and eroded stone and
stained glass as elaborate and delicate as lace. Bearing the
characteristics of many architectural styles added over the centuries.
Intense colours glow from vast figured windows in the hazy interior.
Gold, crimson, azure, emerald, violet.
I notice that one immensely tall window is not, in fact, of stained
glass. It looks directly out into a forest that has overgrown
the rear of the transept and the sunlight filtering through masses
of translucent leaves pressed against its clear leaded panes
makes a great moving glow of green and gold.
Thin glistening streams of water have made a mossy course down
some of the other windows. Cascades of fern ivy and vines sprout
from many niches in the dim interior walls. Birdsong echoes from
all around the fan vaulted roof.
Tall trees grow in the massive central nave. Sunlight projects
through the hazy air in long beams onto their foliage, momentarily
illuminating the flickering wings of birds as they fly through,
casting complex rapidly moving shadows far below.
Blurred flowers nearby in the dimness. A smell of incense, roses
and ancient stone.
Every sound resonates around the walls and roof, combining with
the vast architecture. Birdsong, moving leaves, whispers, footsteps,
the choral voices. All merge in a faint shifting web of beautiful
mysterious sound. |
