There was once an architectural forest from which few emerged. Shahryar couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a shadowy cyzicene hall, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a marble tetrasoon, , within which was found a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Which was where Shahryar reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 601st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Little Nemo didn't know why he happened to be there. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Little Nemo reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 602nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 603rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 604th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very convoluted story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth, which is the world. Scheherazade was almost certain about why she happened to be there. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps there's a code."
Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low hedge maze, decorated with a fallen column with a design of egg-and-dart. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Homer's Story About Little Nemo
There was once an architectural forest, which is the world. Little Nemo couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a rough darbazi, containing a fountain. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a primitive cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a rococo arborium, watched over by a moasic. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a marble atelier, containing a sipapu. Little Nemo walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a primitive cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Dante Alighieri's Story About Scheherazade
There was once an architectural forest from which few emerged. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a twilit picture gallery, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Scheherazade's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a rough hall of mirrors, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Scheherazade entered a neoclassic antechamber, tastefully offset by a false door framed by a pattern of guilloché. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Which was where Scheherazade found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Little Nemo walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Which was where Little Nemo found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low darbazi, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low hedge maze, decorated with a fallen column with a design of egg-and-dart. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Scheherazade entered a ominous equatorial room, watched over by a fireplace. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a ominous equatorial room, watched over by a fireplace. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Scheherazade entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a rough equatorial room, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once an architectural forest from which few emerged. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Scheherazade's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a archaic darbazi, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. At the darkest hour Scheherazade found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps. And there Scheherazade discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
There was once a twisted garden from which few emerged. Scheherazade must have spoken the unutterable word, because she had arrived in that place. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Scheherazade entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a rough tetrasoon, , within which was found a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind poet named Homer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very intertwined story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
There was once a twilight dimention in space from which few emerged. Virgil had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Virgil walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Virgil entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a luxurious peristyle, that had a fallen column. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once an architectural forest from which few emerged. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Scheherazade's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Scheherazade reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Virgil walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a primitive anatomical theatre, watched over by a gargoyle. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps. At the darkest hour Virgil discovered the way out.
Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
There was once an architectural forest, which is the world. Little Nemo couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Little Nemo walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once an architectural forest from which few emerged. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a rococo atelier, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of chevrons. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a marble atelier, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Scheherazade's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Scheherazade reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Little Nemo walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Quite unexpectedly Little Nemo reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps. Which was where Scheherazade discovered the way out.
Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 605th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a recursive house of many doors from which few emerged. Dante Alighieri wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu. Perhaps there's a code."
Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a blind poet named Homer took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Virgil was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Virgil offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind poet named Homer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very intertwined story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
There was once a twilight dimention in space from which few emerged. Virgil had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Virgil walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Virgil entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once an architectural forest from which few emerged. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled cryptoporticus, that had a great many columns. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a twilit kiva, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of imbrication. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Scheherazade's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a rough hall of doors, containing a gargoyle. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Scheherazade entered a neoclassic antechamber, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a art deco tetrasoon, decorated with a fallen column with a design of blue stones. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Which was where Scheherazade found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Virgil entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil found the exit.
Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
There was once an architectural forest, which is the world. Little Nemo couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Little Nemo walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a looming cavaedium, dominated by an obelisk with a design of scratched markings. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once an architectural forest from which few emerged. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Scheherazade's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a marble anatomical theatre, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. At the darkest hour Scheherazade found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Little Nemo walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Little Nemo told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. And there Little Nemo found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a rough darbazi, containing a fountain. Virgil walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Quite unexpectedly Virgil found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps. At the darkest hour Dante Alighieri discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 606th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 607th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth, which is the world. Scheherazade was almost certain about why she happened to be there. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps there's a code."
Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Quite unexpectedly Scheherazade found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 608th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very recursive story. "And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 609th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once an architectural forest that was also this story as I tell it to you. Shahryar couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. At the darkest hour Shahryar found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 610th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind poet named Homer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very intertwined story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 611th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a twilight dimention in space from which few emerged. Virgil had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a moasic. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Virgil walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Virgil entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Socrates told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once an architectural forest from which few emerged. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a looming rotunda, containing divans lining the perimeter. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Scheherazade reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Virgil walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Virgil entered a rough tetrasoon, that had a monolith. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a brick-walled tablinum, accented by a fireplace with a design of taijitu. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a looming darbazi, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Virgil offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. And there Virgil found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 612th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once an architectural forest, which is the world. Little Nemo couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque portico, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Little Nemo walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once an architectural forest from which few emerged. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, dominated by a pair of komaninu with a design of taijitu. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low tablinum, dominated by an abat-son with a design of egg-and-dart. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps. Quite unexpectedly Scheherazade discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a high terrace, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Little Nemo walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Quite unexpectedly Little Nemo reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 613th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very touching story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 614th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Shahryar told a very convoluted story. Thus Shahryar ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Shahryar told a very instructive story. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 615th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a twisted garden from which few emerged. Little Nemo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once an architectural forest from which few emerged. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque terrace, that had an empty cartouche. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a rococo atrium, dominated by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low tablinum, dominated by an abat-son with a design of egg-and-dart. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "That was quite useless."
Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a rococo 사랑방, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of chevrons. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Which was where Scheherazade found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Little Nemo walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a high terrace, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Little Nemo found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 616th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once an architectural forest, which is the world. Asterion must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a rococo atelier, containing a fountain. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Asterion entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Asterion found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 617th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 618th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 619th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once an architectural forest from which few emerged. Dante Alighieri must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps. Quite unexpectedly Dante Alighieri discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 620th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 621st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 622nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Shahryar told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 623rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Shahryar must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind poet named Homer and a member of royalty named Asterion. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very convoluted story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very instructive story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Shahryar had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a luxurious sudatorium, decorated with a sipapu framed by a pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dunyazad told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Shahryar walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a twilit kiva, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of imbrication. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Asterion offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a member of royalty named Asterion. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Virgil told:
Virgil's Story About Dante Alighieri
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Dante Alighieri didn't know why he happened to be there. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit kiva, containing a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive hedge maze, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of red gems. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Marco Polo's touching Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Murasaki Shikibu's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's Story About Dante Alighieri
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled cryptoporticus, that had a great many columns. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive sudatorium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Dante Alighieri discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy triclinium, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive picture gallery, decorated with a great many columns with a design of red gems. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Dante Alighieri reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Shahryar offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Shahryar told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a twilit rotunda, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Murasaki Shikibu's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's Story About Dante Alighieri
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco fogou, , within which was found a semi-dome. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Dante Alighieri found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a Baroque cavaedium, containing a fallen column. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a looming still room, tastefully offset by a false door framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Shahryar walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a marble almonry, decorated with a fountain framed by a pattern of palmettes. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a luxurious sudatorium, decorated with a sipapu framed by a pattern of arabseque. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a rococo atelier, containing a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's Story About Dante Alighieri
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit kiva, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of imbrication. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco liwan, containing a fountain. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous tablinum, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of chevrons. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place. Which was where Dante Alighieri discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Shahryar discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Shahryar walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a high anatomical theatre, decorated with a fountain framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a Baroque picture gallery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Kublai Khan told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a high anatomical theatre, decorated with a fountain framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a moasic. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Shahryar walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Asterion offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a member of royalty named Asterion. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Virgil told:
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Dante Alighieri didn't know why he happened to be there. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy atrium, accented by a moasic framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Murasaki Shikibu's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's Story About Dante Alighieri
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit kiva, containing a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Dante Alighieri found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque atelier, , within which was found a glass chandelier. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a neoclassic hedge maze, dominated by a fallen column with a design of guilloché. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit kiva, containing a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Dante Alighieri found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Shahryar offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Shahryar told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a rococo hall of mirrors, watched over by a moasic. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a luxurious peristyle, containing a crumbling mound of earth. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's Story About Dante Alighieri
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Dante Alighieri found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a looming kiva, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Virgil discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a archaic lumber room, accented by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a archaic lumber room, accented by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Shahryar walked away from that place. Quite unexpectedly Shahryar discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 624th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 625th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a member of royalty named Asterion. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 626th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque rotunda, dominated by a pair of komaninu with a design of winding knots. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Asterion offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a member of royalty named Asterion. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Virgil told:
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Dante Alighieri didn't know why he happened to be there. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Murasaki Shikibu's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's Story About Dante Alighieri
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble atelier, containing a sipapu. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a rough hall of doors, containing a gargoyle. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low tablinum, containing a monolith. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place. Which was where Dante Alighieri discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble-floored tetrasoon, that had a koi pond. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a neoclassic hedge maze, dominated by a fallen column with a design of guilloché. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a cramped and narrow hall of mirrors, watched over by a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit kiva, containing a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming still room, tastefully offset by a false door framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Dante Alighieri discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Shahryar offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Shahryar told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Baroque cavaedium, containing a fallen column. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Baroque cavaedium, containing a fallen column. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's Story About Dante Alighieri
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit twilit solar, watched over by a crumbling mound of earth. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Dante Alighieri found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Virgil discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a art deco cryptoporticus, accented by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a art deco cryptoporticus, accented by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a false door framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Shahryar offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Shahryar told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Virgil offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, dominated by a pair of komaninu with a design of taijitu. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Which was where Dante Alighieri found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Scheherazade reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 627th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 628th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 629th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 630th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a member of royalty named Asterion. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Virgil told:
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Dante Alighieri didn't know why he happened to be there. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Little Nemo's Story About Dante Alighieri
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo atelier, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of chevrons. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit equatorial room, dominated by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Dante Alighieri reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive picture gallery, decorated with a great many columns with a design of red gems. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo tetrasoon, that had a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Dante Alighieri reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a neoclassic fogou, that had moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit cyzicene hall, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of imbrication. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, dominated by a pair of komaninu with a design of taijitu. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of chevrons. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a high spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled spicery, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming arborium, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic still room, watched over by a gargoyle. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble rotunda, watched over by moki steps. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Dante Alighieri found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rough atrium, accented by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Murasaki Shikibu reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 631st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming kiva, containing divans lining the perimeter. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a neoclassic liwan, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of guilloché. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled hall of doors, watched over by a fireplace. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled spicery, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low tablinum, containing a monolith. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a rough hedge maze, decorated with a fountain framed by a pattern of acanthus. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble rotunda, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous colonnade, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo atelier, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of chevrons. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble rotunda, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble rotunda, watched over by moki steps. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a blind poet named Homer took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Murasaki Shikibu's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind poet named Homer and a member of royalty named Asterion. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Homer's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a blind poet named Homer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Homer's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a member of royalty named Asterion and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Homer's Story About Jorge Luis Borges
There was once a library just on the other side of the garden wall. Jorge Luis Borges must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Almost unable to believe it, Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out.
Thus Homer ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit kiva, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of imbrication. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo equatorial room, watched over by a gilt-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco liwan, containing a fountain. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Dante Alighieri reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Asterion discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 632nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 633rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a member of royalty named Asterion. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very touching story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very contemplative story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 634th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very symbolic story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Almost unable to believe it, Dante Alighieri discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 635th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Scheherazade was almost certain about why she happened to be there. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought. Quite unexpectedly Scheherazade reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 636th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 637th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo atelier, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of chevrons. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, dominated by a pair of komaninu with a design of taijitu. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming rotunda, containing divans lining the perimeter. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled cryptoporticus, that had a great many columns. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low tablinum, containing a monolith. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic still room, watched over by a gargoyle. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Dante Alighieri reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 638th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 639th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very complex story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 640th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Shahryar told a very intertwined story. Thus Shahryar ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Shahryar told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
Thus Shahryar ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Shahryar told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a blind poet named Homer and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Virgil told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind poet named Homer and a member of royalty named Asterion. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very convoluted story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a member of royalty named Asterion and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that some call the unknown. Shahryar couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a blind poet named Homer took place. Shahryar offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Shahryar told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a shadowy arborium, watched over by a fire in a low basin. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a shadowy liwan, that had a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Murasaki Shikibu's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind poet named Homer and a member of royalty named Asterion. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Homer's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a blind poet named Homer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Homer's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a member of royalty named Asterion and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Homer's Story About Jorge Luis Borges
There was once a library just on the other side of the garden wall. Jorge Luis Borges must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a sipapu. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "It is as confusing as this maze."
Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out.
Thus Homer ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a twilit twilit solar, watched over by a crumbling mound of earth. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Shahryar entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a neoclassic darbazi, accented by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of guilloché. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Shahryar entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Shahryar entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Shahryar discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Virgil ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Virgil told:
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Shahryar was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Shahryar offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Shahryar told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a blind poet named Homer took place. Shahryar offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Shahryar told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Shahryar walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a art deco hall of doors, , within which was found a fountain. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a neoclassic triclinium, containing a trompe-l'oeil fresco. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind poet named Homer and a member of royalty named Asterion. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a blind poet named Homer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Homer's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a member of royalty named Asterion and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
There was once a library just on the other side of the garden wall. Jorge Luis Borges must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Almost unable to believe it, Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out.
Thus Homer ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Shahryar entered a twilit equatorial room, dominated by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Shahryar entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a looming rotunda, containing divans lining the perimeter. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Shahryar entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way. At the darkest hour Shahryar discovered the way out.
Thus Virgil ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 641st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot."
Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a blind poet named Homer and a member of royalty named Asterion. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a recursive house of many doors that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo hall of mirrors, , within which was found moki steps. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque still room, that had a gilt-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Almost unable to believe it, Murasaki Shikibu found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy picture gallery, tastefully offset by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy cyzicene hall, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place. Quite unexpectedly Dante Alighieri discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 642nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very touching story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 643rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 644th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind poet named Homer and a member of royalty named Asterion. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very convoluted story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a member of royalty named Asterion and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that some call the unknown. Shahryar couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a blind poet named Homer took place. Shahryar offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Shahryar told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a primitive hedge maze, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of red gems. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a neoclassic sudatorium, dominated by a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind poet named Homer and a member of royalty named Asterion. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a blind poet named Homer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Homer's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a member of royalty named Asterion and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
There was once a library just on the other side of the garden wall. Jorge Luis Borges must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque terrace, that had an empty cartouche. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Almost unable to believe it, Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out.
Thus Homer ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a marble almonry, decorated with a fountain framed by a pattern of palmettes. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Shahryar entered a marble-floored antechamber, containing a fireplace. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way. Almost unable to believe it, Shahryar discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 645th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Shahryar was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a neoclassic cryptoporticus, dominated by a false door framed by a pattern of guilloché. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Shahryar offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Shahryar told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a blind poet named Homer took place. Shahryar offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Shahryar told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Shahryar walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a neoclassic fogou, that had moki steps. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a rough tetrasoon, that had a monolith. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind poet named Homer and a member of royalty named Asterion. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a blind poet named Homer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very symbolic story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a member of royalty named Asterion and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
There was once a library just on the other side of the garden wall. Jorge Luis Borges must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "It is as confusing as this maze."
Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque equatorial room, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque equatorial room, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Homer ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Shahryar entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way. Almost unable to believe it, Shahryar discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 646th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 647th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 648th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very symbolic story. Thus Dunyazad ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told:
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Little Nemo was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Little Nemo entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Little Nemo entered a high darbazi, containing a pair of komaninu. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way. At the darkest hour Little Nemo discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 649th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade must have spoken the unutterable word, because she had arrived in that place. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a cramped and narrow tepidarium, tastefully offset by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a twilit hall of doors, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of imbrication. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a false door framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Scheherazade found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 650th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 651st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 652nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a library just on the other side of the garden wall. Kublai Khan was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Kublai Khan entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Kublai Khan entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Kublai Khan entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot."
Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a shadowy cyzicene hall, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Kublai Khan entered a art deco hedge maze, containing a great many columns. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Kublai Khan entered a looming darbazi, that had divans lining the perimeter. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. At the darkest hour Kublai Khan reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 653rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 654th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 655th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very touching story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Virgil told:
There was once a vast and perilous maze that had never known the light of the sun. Marco Polo was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a shadowy lumber room, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a marble-floored peristyle, dominated by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of complex interlacing. Marco Polo walked away from that place.
Marco Polo entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Marco Polo entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a neoclassic spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of guilloché. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a primitive picture gallery, decorated with a great many columns with a design of red gems. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Which was where Marco Polo found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 656th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once an expansive zone just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. At the darkest hour Marco Polo discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 657th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 658th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 659th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a blind poet named Homer and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
There was once a vast and perilous maze that had never known the light of the sun. Jorge Luis Borges couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming fogou, dominated by xoanon with a design of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic spicery, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of guilloché. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Perhaps it's a list of names? Or a crossword puzzle that was filled in wrong."
Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic lumber room, containing a moasic. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That was quite useless."
Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic lumber room, containing a moasic. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble-floored lumber room, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of complex interlacing. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow still room, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Jorge Luis Borges must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Virgil offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious equatorial room, tastefully offset by an obelisk with a design of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a rococo arborium, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Marco Polo entered a ominous equatorial room, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Marco Polo entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Marco Polo entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Which was where Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow still room, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a twilit tepidarium, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 660th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Socrates must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Socrates entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a moasic. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Socrates entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a moasic. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place.
Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a false door framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Socrates walked away from that place.
Socrates entered a wide and low kiva, that had a false door. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Socrates entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Socrates entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. At the darkest hour Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 661st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 662nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very touching story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 663rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very intertwined story. Thus Little Nemo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Virgil told:
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
There was once a cybertextual data structure that had never known the light of the sun. Socrates was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a archaic hall of doors, containing a koi pond. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Socrates entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Jorge Luis Borges must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Virgil offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Socrates entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates walked away from that place.
Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Socrates entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Socrates entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a ominous terrace, dominated by a fireplace with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Marco Polo entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Marco Polo entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Marco Polo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Quite unexpectedly Marco Polo discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Socrates walked away from that place. At the darkest hour Socrates discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 664th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high hall of mirrors, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That was quite useless."
Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a moasic. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Jorge Luis Borges must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough hall of mirrors, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Virgil offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic antechamber, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a rococo hall of mirrors, , within which was found moki steps. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a wide and low triclinium, containing moki steps. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a luxurious peristyle, that had a fallen column. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Marco Polo entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Marco Polo entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Which was where Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled tablinum, accented by a fireplace with a design of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high hall of mirrors, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Which was where Geoffery Chaucer found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 665th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a library that had never known the light of the sun. Homer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Homer entered a luxurious spicery, watched over by a fallen column. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer walked away from that place.
Homer entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Homer entered a neoclassic fogou, that had moki steps. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Homer entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Homer entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Homer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Homer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Homer entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Jorge Luis Borges must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Virgil offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble anatomical theatre, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Marco Polo entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Marco Polo entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Marco Polo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Which was where Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Quite unexpectedly Homer found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 666th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very inspiring story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 667th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad wasn't quite sure where this was, only that she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "It is as confusing as this maze."
Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Jorge Luis Borges must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic hall of doors, containing a koi pond. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Virgil offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a high arborium, watched over by a parquet floor. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a brick-walled darbazi, dominated by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Marco Polo entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Marco Polo entered a Baroque sudatorium, dominated by a semi-dome with a design of buta motifs. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a shadowy kiva, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a high colonnade, , within which was found a moasic. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Marco Polo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Dunyazad entered a high terrace, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dunyazad entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dunyazad walked away from that place.
Dunyazad entered a wide and low tepidarium, , within which was found a koi pond. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Dunyazad entered a wide and low tepidarium, , within which was found a koi pond. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Dunyazad reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 668th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 669th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 670th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a blind poet named Homer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a blind poet named Homer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very intertwined story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very thrilling story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a luxurious peristyle, that had a fallen column. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a rococo arborium, decorated with a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of chevrons. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a wide and low picture gallery, , within which was found a crumbling mound of earth. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Marco Polo entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. And there Marco Polo found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 671st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a library just on the other side of the garden wall. Jorge Luis Borges wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Perhaps it's a list of names? Or a crossword puzzle that was filled in wrong."
Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic fogou, that had moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way. Which was where Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 672nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 673rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very thrilling story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 674th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Shahryar told a very touching story. Thus Shahryar ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Shahryar told:
Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 675th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once an expansive zone just on the other side of the garden wall. Kublai Khan was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Kublai Khan entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Shahryar offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Kublai Khan entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Kublai Khan entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Kublai Khan walked away from that place.
Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Kublai Khan entered a neoclassic fogou, that had moki steps. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a art deco rotunda, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of blue stones. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Kublai Khan entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Marco Polo entered a wide and low darbazi, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Marco Polo entered a high antechamber, that had an obelisk. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a blind poet named Homer. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought.
Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
There was once a cybertextual data structure, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Kublai Khan didn't know why he happened to be there. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "It is as confusing as this maze, or maybe it was written upside down."
Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a high cryptoporticus, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out.
Kublai Khan entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, dominated by a pair of komaninu with a design of taijitu. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought.
Kublai Khan entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Kublai Khan reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Marco Polo entered a rococo portico, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of chevrons. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought.
Marco Polo entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Marco Polo discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story.
Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Kublai Khan entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Kublai Khan entered a primitive library, that had a fire in a low basin. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Kublai Khan began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a blind poet named Homer. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story.
Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Quite unexpectedly Kublai Khan found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 676th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 677th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told:
There was once a library that had never known the light of the sun. Jorge Luis Borges was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a blind poet named Homer. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious fogou, tastefully offset by a fireplace with a design of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a blind poet named Homer took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
There was once a cybertextual data structure, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Kublai Khan didn't know why he happened to be there. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought.
Kublai Khan entered a high cryptoporticus, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a art deco kiva, watched over by a curved staircase. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "It is as confusing as this maze, or maybe it was written upside down."
Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a high cryptoporticus, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out.
Kublai Khan entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a high cryptoporticus, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought.
Kublai Khan entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out.
Kublai Khan entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Kublai Khan discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Jorge Luis Borges discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 678th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a blind poet named Homer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very exciting story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
Thus Homer ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Geoffery Chaucer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told:
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very touching story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a philosopher named Socrates. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a cybertextual data structure, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Homer couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Homer entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. I hope that it's not important, because I can't read it."
Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a neoclassic fogou, that had moki steps. Homer wandered, lost in thought.
Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "It is as confusing as this maze, or maybe it was written upside down."
Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a twilit tablinum, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of imbrication. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a twilit tablinum, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of imbrication. Homer wandered, lost in thought.
Homer entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Homer entered a art deco rotunda, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of blue stones. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is, or maybe it was written upside down."
Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a marble-floored triclinium, watched over by an abat-son. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Homer entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Homer entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a marble-floored triclinium, watched over by an abat-son. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a marble-floored triclinium, watched over by an abat-son. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a marble-floored triclinium, watched over by an abat-son. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu, or maybe it was written upside down."
Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by a great many columns. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Homer entered a archaic hedge maze, that had a fallen column. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers."
Homer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Homer discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
Thus Geoffery Chaucer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Geoffery Chaucer told:
There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a twilit cavaedium, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Homer entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a ominous spicery, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer wandered, lost in thought.
Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Homer discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 679th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a cybertextual data structure just on the other side of the garden wall. Marco Polo must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Marco Polo entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a moasic. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Marco Polo entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet of Rome named Virgil and a blind poet named Homer. Virgil suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Virgil told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought.
Marco Polo entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a high terrace, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a rococo atelier, containing a fountain. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Marco Polo entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
There was once a cybertextual data structure, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Kublai Khan didn't know why he happened to be there. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought.
Kublai Khan entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "It is as confusing as this maze, or maybe it was written upside down."
Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a looming tablinum, , within which was found a gargoyle. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous cavaedium, dominated by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a marble atelier, that had an alcove. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought.
Kublai Khan entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a rough darbazi, containing a fountain. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out.
Kublai Khan entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is, or maybe it was written upside down."
Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a looming tablinum, , within which was found a gargoyle. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out.
Kublai Khan entered a marble-floored darbazi, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Kublai Khan entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Kublai Khan discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a marble-floored tepidarium, containing a gargoyle. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out. At the darkest hour Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 680th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 681st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 682nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very touching story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a philosopher named Socrates. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a cybertextual data structure, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Homer couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. I hope that it's not important, because I can't read it."
Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Homer entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a marble-floored cyzicene hall, , within which was found a sipapu. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer wandered, lost in thought.
Homer entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a shadowy kiva, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "It is as confusing as this maze, or maybe it was written upside down."
Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a primitive fogou, accented by a great many columns with a design of red gems. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a twilit tablinum, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of imbrication. Homer wandered, lost in thought.
Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Homer entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Homer discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 683rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Homer had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a false door framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a twilit fogou, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Homer entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a neoclassic fogou, that had moki steps. Homer wandered, lost in thought.
Homer entered a shadowy cyzicene hall, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Homer found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 684th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 685th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 686th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Little Nemo told:
There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Socrates was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out.
Socrates entered a rough hall of doors, containing a gargoyle. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Socrates entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is, or maybe it was written upside down."
Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Socrates entered a luxurious twilit solar, containing a gargoyle. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Socrates entered a rococo atelier, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of chevrons. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out.
Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Socrates entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Socrates discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 687th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a cybertextual data structure that was a map of itself. Dunyazad must have spoken the unutterable word, because she had arrived in that place. Dunyazad walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Dunyazad entered a twilit colonnade, accented by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of imbrication. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dunyazad entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Dunyazad entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought.
Dunyazad entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dunyazad walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Dunyazad entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dunyazad entered a twilit colonnade, accented by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of imbrication. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Dunyazad discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 688th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 689th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 690th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a philosopher named Socrates. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a blind poet named Homer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once an engmatic labyrinth, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Geoffery Chaucer didn't know why he happened to be there. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque darbazi, tastefully offset by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers."
Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a philosopher named Socrates. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Kublai Khan didn't know why he happened to be there. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out.
Kublai Khan entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought.
Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror. At the darkest hour Kublai Khan found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Which was where Geoffery Chaucer found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 691st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a cybertextual data structure that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic twilit solar, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco tepidarium, containing a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. And there Jorge Luis Borges found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 692nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once an engmatic labyrinth, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Kublai Khan couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Kublai Khan entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu, or maybe it was written upside down."
Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out.
Kublai Khan entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers."
Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out.
Kublai Khan entered a twilit cryptoporticus, watched over by an exedra. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Quite unexpectedly Kublai Khan discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 693rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very touching story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 694th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind poet named Homer. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, a blind poet named Homer and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Dunyazad ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Socrates must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Socrates entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Socrates entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out.
Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Socrates entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Socrates wandered, lost in thought.
Socrates entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Socrates entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Socrates entered a archaic hall of doors, containing a koi pond. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Socrates entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. At the darkest hour Socrates found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 695th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very touching story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 696th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a philosopher named Socrates. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Kublai Khan didn't know why he happened to be there. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out.
Kublai Khan entered a high spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Kublai Khan entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. At the darkest hour Kublai Khan found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 697th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a philosopher named Socrates. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very convoluted story. Thus Dunyazad ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a blind poet named Homer. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Shahryar told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
Thus Dunyazad ended her 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
There was once a cybertextual data structure that was a map of itself. Geoffery Chaucer couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Little Nemo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a vast and perilous maze that was a map of itself. Jorge Luis Borges had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque sudatorium, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Asterion offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque sudatorium, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Shahryar offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a library that was a map of itself. Marco Polo must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a luxurious picture gallery, accented by a great many columns with a design of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought.
Marco Polo entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Geoffery Chaucer had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
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Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious peristyle, containing a crumbling mound of earth. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Marco Polo entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a marble-floored terrace, , within which was found a fountain. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Dunyazad's exciting Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Dunyazad's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind poet named Homer and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very touching story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Homer's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a brick-walled hall of doors, watched over by a fireplace. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Virgil offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Dunyazad ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Dunyazad's Story About Virgil
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a brick-walled cryptoporticus, that had a great many columns. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Virgil offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a rough twilit solar, that had a gargoyle. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a archaic hall of mirrors, dominated by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Almost unable to believe it, Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Virgil offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow cyzicene hall, tastefully offset by a false door framed by a pattern of three hares. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought.
Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Marco Polo entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought.
Marco Polo entered a luxurious library, watched over by a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu wasn't quite sure where this was, only that she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Murasaki Shikibu's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a wide and low darbazi, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Murasaki Shikibu's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Baroque triclinium, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque anatomical theatre, that had an obelisk. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic hedge maze, that had a fallen column. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow tablinum, dominated by a wood-framed mirror with a design of three hares. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a primitive picture gallery, decorated with a great many columns with a design of red gems. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a archaic hedge maze, that had a fallen column. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a Baroque terrace, that had a monolith. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow tablinum, dominated by a wood-framed mirror with a design of three hares. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a twilit cavaedium, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Asterion offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a marble sudatorium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a cramped and narrow rotunda, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Which was where Scheherazade reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow tablinum, dominated by a wood-framed mirror with a design of three hares. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Murasaki Shikibu found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Marco Polo entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place.
Marco Polo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Marco Polo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Marco Polo entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Marco Polo entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. At the darkest hour Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive tablinum, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a rough picture gallery, , within which was found a parquet floor. Jorge Luis Borges chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Geoffery Chaucer had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic tetrasoon, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous darbazi, tastefully offset by a false door framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic tetrasoon, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu wasn't quite sure where this was, only that she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco rotunda, containing a fountain. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Murasaki Shikibu's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Murasaki Shikibu's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a high cyzicene hall, tastefully offset by xoanon with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque anatomical theatre, that had an obelisk. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a brick-walled cryptoporticus, that had a great many columns. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a pair of komaninu. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a brick-walled liwan, containing a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a neoclassic sudatorium, dominated by a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Virgil offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a looming arborium, watched over by a pair of komaninu. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a art deco rotunda, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of blue stones. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a looming picture gallery, watched over by a false door. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Scheherazade found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way. Which was where Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a twilit cavaedium, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Asterion discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Murasaki Shikibu reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy picture gallery, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque cavaedium, containing a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a marble almonry, decorated with a fountain framed by a pattern of palmettes. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a ominous lumber room, decorated with an obelisk with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Almost unable to believe it, Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Almost unable to believe it, Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive tablinum, that had a crumbling mound of earth. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dante Alighieri began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Dunyazad's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind poet named Homer and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very touching story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Homer's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a sipapu. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a marble-floored cryptoporticus, that had a curved staircase. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Virgil offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a shadowy darbazi, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of carved runes. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a shadowy darbazi, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of carved runes. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Dunyazad ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Dunyazad's Story About Virgil
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Perhaps it's a list of names? Or a crossword puzzle that was filled in wrong. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque liwan, tastefully offset by a semi-dome with a design of winding knots. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Virgil offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque anatomical theatre, that had an obelisk. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a wide and low darbazi, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a wide and low darbazi, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a archaic hall of mirrors, dominated by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque anatomical theatre, that had an obelisk. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a twilit hall of mirrors, containing divans lining the perimeter. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a archaic triclinium, tastefully offset by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a brick-walled liwan, containing a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Virgil offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a twilit kiva, containing a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a ominous tepidarium, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a neoclassic kiva, tastefully offset by a pair of komaninu with a design of guilloché. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a art deco rotunda, accented by an abat-son with a design of blue stones. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a twilit equatorial room, dominated by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a twilit equatorial room, dominated by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a ominous tepidarium, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a twilit kiva, containing a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Scheherazade's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a member of royalty named Asterion. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a rococo tablinum, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a twilit equatorial room, dominated by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a ominous picture gallery, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. And there Scheherazade reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way. Which was where Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a twilit cavaedium, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow liwan, tastefully offset by a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Asterion offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a looming tetrasoon, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Which was where Scheherazade reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a looming arborium, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Virgil offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Virgil found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive tablinum, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco rotunda, containing a fountain. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu wasn't quite sure where this was, only that she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a cramped and narrow cyzicene hall, tastefully offset by a false door framed by a pattern of three hares. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a luxurious peristyle, that had a fallen column. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco almonry, containing a gargoyle. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive anatomical theatre, watched over by a gargoyle. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a wide and low darbazi, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a shadowy 사랑방, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque anatomical theatre, that had an obelisk. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque anatomical theatre, that had an obelisk. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high cyzicene hall, tastefully offset by xoanon with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a art deco atrium, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a rough picture gallery, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of acanthus. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a archaic hall of doors, containing a koi pond. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a Baroque arborium, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a brick-walled liwan, containing a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Virgil offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a rococo tablinum, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque anatomical theatre, watched over by a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low still room, tastefully offset by a great many columns with a design of egg-and-dart. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Scheherazade found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a rough picture gallery, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of acanthus. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Which was where Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a art deco atrium, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of blue stones. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Asterion offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a sipapu. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a neoclassic lumber room, watched over by a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a twilit anatomical theatre, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of imbrication. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a rough hedge maze, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a looming tetrasoon, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a high equatorial room, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Scheherazade's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a member of royalty named Asterion. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a neoclassic lumber room, watched over by a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled fogou, dominated by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of taijitu. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a luxurious liwan, accented by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of arabseque. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a twilit twilit solar, watched over by a crumbling mound of earth. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Almost unable to believe it, Scheherazade found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a high cyzicene hall, tastefully offset by xoanon with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a art deco atrium, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of blue stones. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a neoclassic anatomical theatre, dominated by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of guilloché. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Murasaki Shikibu found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled equatorial room, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled equatorial room, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous tablinum, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought. At the darkest hour Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic hall of doors, containing a koi pond. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Shahryar offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a library that was a map of itself. Marco Polo must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought.
Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Geoffery Chaucer had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow tepidarium, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious colonnade, that had an obelisk. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu wasn't quite sure where this was, only that she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque hedge maze, dominated by xoanon with a design of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Murasaki Shikibu's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rough library, watched over by a lararium. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Murasaki Shikibu's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a archaic hedge maze, that had a fallen column. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a Baroque terrace, that had a monolith. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high cyzicene hall, tastefully offset by xoanon with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow tablinum, dominated by a wood-framed mirror with a design of three hares. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a looming rotunda, containing divans lining the perimeter. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a pair of komaninu. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a wide and low hall of doors, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of egg-and-dart. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a primitive hedge maze, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of red gems. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Virgil offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a primitive picture gallery, decorated with a great many columns with a design of red gems. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a rococo tablinum, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Which was where Scheherazade reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a wide and low still room, tastefully offset by a great many columns with a design of egg-and-dart. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a pair of komaninu. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Virgil found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a brick-walled picture gallery, watched over by a parquet floor. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow tablinum, dominated by a wood-framed mirror with a design of three hares. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a high atelier, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow tablinum, dominated by a wood-framed mirror with a design of three hares. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Asterion discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rough liwan, , within which was found a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Murasaki Shikibu discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled almonry, tastefully offset by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Marco Polo entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a art deco rotunda, containing a fountain. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Dunyazad's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind poet named Homer and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very touching story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Homer's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a neoclassic liwan, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of guilloché. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a brick-walled hall of doors, watched over by a fireplace. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a rough kiva, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Virgil offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Dunyazad ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Dunyazad's Story About Virgil
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Perhaps it's a list of names? Or a crossword puzzle that was filled in wrong. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a ominous picture gallery, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a marble antechamber, decorated with a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Virgil offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a wide and low fogou, watched over by a koi pond. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high cyzicene hall, tastefully offset by xoanon with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a twilit hall of mirrors, containing divans lining the perimeter. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, that had a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a brick-walled still room, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a marble-floored 사랑방, , within which was found many solomonic columns. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a high atelier, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Asterion offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a looming tetrasoon, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Which was where Scheherazade reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble-floored 사랑방, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Marco Polo entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought.
Marco Polo entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Marco Polo entered a art deco tepidarium, watched over by an exedra. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought.
Marco Polo entered a art deco kiva, dominated by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu wasn't quite sure where this was, only that she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a luxurious cavaedium, accented by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque anatomical theatre, containing a fountain. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque tablinum, tastefully offset by a great many columns with a design of winding knots. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a art deco atrium, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of blue stones. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Asterion reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rough still room, decorated with a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Which was where Murasaki Shikibu found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place.
Marco Polo entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Which was where Marco Polo found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough kiva, decorated with an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble triclinium, watched over by a false door. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Geoffery Chaucer had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous spicery, tastefully offset by a sipapu framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit rotunda, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu wasn't quite sure where this was, only that she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming 사랑방, watched over by a fire in a low basin. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive still room, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque kiva, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque hedge maze, dominated by xoanon with a design of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque atrium, , within which was found divans lining the perimeter. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a archaic hall of mirrors, dominated by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a art deco atrium, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a brick-walled cryptoporticus, that had a great many columns. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a twilit hall of mirrors, containing divans lining the perimeter. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a primitive hedge maze, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of red gems. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a archaic triclinium, tastefully offset by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Virgil offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a looming rotunda, containing divans lining the perimeter. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a art deco equatorial room, that had an empty cartouche. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a rococo tablinum, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a art deco equatorial room, that had an empty cartouche. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a rococo portico, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of chevrons. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque anatomical theatre, watched over by a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Scheherazade's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a member of royalty named Asterion. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a art deco equatorial room, that had an empty cartouche. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a luxurious portico, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of arabseque. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a luxurious portico, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of arabseque. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. And there Scheherazade reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a twilit hall of mirrors, containing divans lining the perimeter. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Virgil found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a rough equatorial room, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of acanthus. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a high atelier, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a archaic hall of mirrors, dominated by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Asterion discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a luxurious fogou, tastefully offset by a fireplace with a design of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Murasaki Shikibu discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble almonry, decorated with a fountain framed by a pattern of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Which was where Geoffery Chaucer found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble triclinium, watched over by a false door. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind poet named Homer and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very touching story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Homer's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Virgil offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a brick-walled fogou, dominated by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of taijitu. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Baroque spicery, containing a fallen column. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Dunyazad ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Virgil offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a Baroque liwan, dominated by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of buta motifs. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a Baroque triclinium, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque anatomical theatre, containing a fountain. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque anatomical theatre, containing a fountain. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a twilit hall of mirrors, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of imbrication. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a sipapu. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a twilit hall of mirrors, containing divans lining the perimeter. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a brick-walled cryptoporticus, that had a great many columns. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a wide and low hall of doors, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of egg-and-dart. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a rough twilit solar, dominated by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Virgil offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a art deco rotunda, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of blue stones. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a archaic hall of doors, containing a koi pond. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque atrium, containing a moasic. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a twilit equatorial room, dominated by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque atelier, , within which was found a glass chandelier. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Which was where Scheherazade found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a twilit hall of mirrors, containing divans lining the perimeter. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a wide and low hall of doors, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of egg-and-dart. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, that had a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a twilit hall of mirrors, containing divans lining the perimeter. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a marble-floored cryptoporticus, that had a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Virgil offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a member of royalty named Asterion. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a pair of komaninu. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Virgil offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a brick-walled fogou, dominated by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of taijitu. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a luxurious liwan, accented by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of arabseque. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque atrium, , within which was found divans lining the perimeter. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Asterion reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Virgil offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit cryptoporticus, containing a beautiful fresco. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu wasn't quite sure where this was, only that she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque kiva, , within which was found a great many columns. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a rough equatorial room, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of acanthus. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a rough equatorial room, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of acanthus. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a rough equatorial room, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of acanthus. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque anatomical theatre, that had an obelisk. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque anatomical theatre, that had an obelisk. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high atelier, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque still room, watched over by a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a looming rotunda, containing divans lining the perimeter. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a twilit kiva, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of imbrication. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Virgil offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a neoclassic liwan, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of guilloché. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a rococo tablinum, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a neoclassic triclinium, containing a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a neoclassic liwan, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of guilloché. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a twilit equatorial room, dominated by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a rough hall of doors, that had an abat-son. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a twilit kiva, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of imbrication. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a high equatorial room, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Scheherazade's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a member of royalty named Asterion. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a rococo tablinum, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. And there Scheherazade reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Virgil found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a rococo cryptoporticus, accented by a fireplace with a design of chevrons. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Asterion offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a looming tetrasoon, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Scheherazade found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a wide and low darbazi, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Almost unable to believe it, Murasaki Shikibu discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo twilit solar, watched over by many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a Baroque terrace, that had a monolith. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high atelier, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a high atelier, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Asterion offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a primitive 사랑방, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Which was where Scheherazade reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way. Which was where Asterion discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo twilit solar, watched over by many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic triclinium, tastefully offset by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous picture gallery, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, that had a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble almonry, decorated with a fountain framed by a pattern of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. Almost unable to believe it, Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 698th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once an engmatic labyrinth that was a map of itself. Socrates wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out.
Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Socrates entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Socrates entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Socrates wandered, lost in thought.
Socrates entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Socrates entered a rough cryptoporticus, containing a stone-framed mirror. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Socrates entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. At the darkest hour Socrates found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 699th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 700th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very interesting story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 701st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, a blind poet named Homer and a philosopher named Socrates. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a philosopher named Socrates. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Socrates told:
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very touching story. Thus Marco Polo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a king of Persia named Shahryar and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Shahryar told:
There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Homer couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Homer entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Homer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Homer entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Homer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Homer entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Homer wandered, lost in thought.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Homer offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Homer's Story About Murasaki Shikibu
There was once a twilight dimention in space that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu wasn't quite sure where this was, only that she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Murasaki Shikibu's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Murasaki Shikibu's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque anatomical theatre, that had an obelisk. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a twilit cavaedium, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a Baroque triclinium, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Baroque triclinium, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a shadowy 사랑방, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a shadowy tetrasoon, watched over by a false door. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a wide and low tablinum, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a brick-walled cryptoporticus, that had a great many columns. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a Baroque triclinium, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Baroque liwan, dominated by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of buta motifs. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Asterion offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a sipapu. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a rough triclinium, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a neoclassic sudatorium, dominated by a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Scheherazade found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque anatomical theatre, containing a fountain. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a shadowy tetrasoon, watched over by a false door. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rough liwan, , within which was found a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Murasaki Shikibu discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story.
Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Homer entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Quite unexpectedly Homer discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 702nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
There was once a library that was a map of itself. Geoffery Chaucer was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a moasic. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Shahryar offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Shahryar began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a library that was a map of itself. Marco Polo must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Socrates in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a luxurious library, watched over by a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought.
Marco Polo entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Geoffery Chaucer had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow atrium, watched over by a fire in a low basin. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo portico, accented by a fireplace with a design of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous library, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow atrium, watched over by a fire in a low basin. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu wasn't quite sure where this was, only that she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque anatomical theatre, that had an obelisk. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a rough equatorial room, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of acanthus. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow liwan, tastefully offset by a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a twilit hall of mirrors, containing divans lining the perimeter. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a twilit equatorial room, dominated by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a Baroque liwan, dominated by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of buta motifs. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a rough equatorial room, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of acanthus. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a rough equatorial room, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of acanthus. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Asterion offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a neoclassic lumber room, watched over by a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a looming tetrasoon, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. At the darkest hour Scheherazade discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Baroque terrace, that had a monolith. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a archaic hedge maze, that had a fallen column. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a member of royalty named Asterion. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a art deco atrium, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of blue stones. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Asterion offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Asterion offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a archaic hall of mirrors, dominated by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's recursive Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a member of royalty named Asterion. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Murasaki Shikibu's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a archaic hall of mirrors, dominated by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Asterion entered a art deco atrium, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of blue stones. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Asterion entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps. At the darkest hour Asterion discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Almost unable to believe it, Murasaki Shikibu discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo hall of mirrors, watched over by a moasic. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a wide and low darbazi, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque atrium, , within which was found divans lining the perimeter. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a twilit rotunda, that had a wood-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a looming rotunda, containing divans lining the perimeter. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a twilit hall of mirrors, containing divans lining the perimeter. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a brick-walled liwan, containing a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a rough hedge maze, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Virgil offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a rococo tablinum, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a twilit anatomical theatre, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of imbrication. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a neoclassic spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of guilloché. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a neoclassic spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of guilloché. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a rococo tablinum, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a twilit kiva, containing a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a twilit kiva, containing a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way. Which was where Scheherazade discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way. Which was where Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a twilit rotunda, that had a wood-framed mirror. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a twilit rotunda, that had a wood-framed mirror. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a twilit rotunda, that had a wood-framed mirror. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a high cyzicene hall, tastefully offset by xoanon with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Asterion offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque arborium, decorated with a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of winding knots. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a looming tetrasoon, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a high rotunda, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a looming tetrasoon, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque arborium, decorated with a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of winding knots. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque arborium, decorated with a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of winding knots. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way. Which was where Scheherazade discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low darbazi, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a archaic hall of mirrors, dominated by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a twilit rotunda, that had a wood-framed mirror. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a wide and low darbazi, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a member of royalty named Asterion. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a twilit rotunda, that had a wood-framed mirror. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Asterion offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Asterion offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's recursive Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a member of royalty named Asterion. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Murasaki Shikibu's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps. And there Asterion discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous library, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Geoffery Chaucer found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Marco Polo entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a marble arborium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Marco Polo in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind poet named Homer and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very touching story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Homer's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Baroque sudatorium, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Baroque spicery, containing a fallen column. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Virgil offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Virgil found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Dunyazad ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Perhaps it's a list of names? Or a crossword puzzle that was filled in wrong. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque liwan, tastefully offset by a semi-dome with a design of winding knots. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Virgil offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a twilit hall of mirrors, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of imbrication. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Almost unable to believe it, Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Virgil offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Virgil found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Marco Polo entered a art deco rotunda, containing a fountain. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought.
Marco Polo entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Marco Polo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought.
Marco Polo entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu wasn't quite sure where this was, only that she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic 사랑방, that had a koi pond. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a wide and low darbazi, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a shadowy 사랑방, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque still room, watched over by a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a luxurious equatorial room, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of arabseque. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a luxurious equatorial room, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of arabseque. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque still room, watched over by a monolith. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Asterion discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Murasaki Shikibu reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Marco Polo entered a art deco almonry, containing a gargoyle. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a looming colonnade, containing a fountain. And that was where the encounter between an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Marco Polo began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Marco Polo decided to travel onwards. Marco Polo walked away from that place.
Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Marco Polo entered a Baroque hedge maze, dominated by xoanon with a design of buta motifs. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Marco Polo entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Marco Polo entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought. At the darkest hour Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy cryptoporticus, watched over by an exedra. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Socrates began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once an expansive zone that was a map of itself. Geoffery Chaucer had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque kiva, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco rotunda, containing a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque kiva, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu wasn't quite sure where this was, only that she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow liwan, tastefully offset by a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Which was where Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble-floored tablinum, accented by a fountain framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive equatorial room, , within which was found divans lining the perimeter. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Which was where Murasaki Shikibu found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high kiva, accented by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic antechamber, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious peristyle, containing a crumbling mound of earth. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a wide and low darbazi, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow liwan, tastefully offset by a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion walked away from that place. Quite unexpectedly Asterion discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Geoffery Chaucer found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Jorge Luis Borges began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a blind poet named Homer and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a blind poet named Homer and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Homer suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Homer told a very touching story. Thus Homer ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Homer told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a brick-walled hall of doors, watched over by a fireplace. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Virgil offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Dunyazad ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Dunyazad told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Perhaps it's a list of names? Or a crossword puzzle that was filled in wrong. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a archaic triclinium, tastefully offset by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a high portico, dominated by a fireplace with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Virgil offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a archaic atelier, , within which was found a monolith. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high cyzicene hall, tastefully offset by xoanon with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high cyzicene hall, tastefully offset by xoanon with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a twilit hall of mirrors, containing divans lining the perimeter. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a rough picture gallery, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of acanthus. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a twilit kiva, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of imbrication. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a neoclassic darbazi, accented by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of guilloché. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a neoclassic sudatorium, dominated by a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Virgil offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a looming rotunda, containing divans lining the perimeter. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a art deco equatorial room, that had an empty cartouche. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Scheherazade found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a rough picture gallery, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of acanthus. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Asterion walked away from that place. Quite unexpectedly Asterion discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a marble-floored library, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous picture gallery, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer took place. Virgil offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble sudatorium, dominated by an abat-son with a design of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, containing an obelisk. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu wasn't quite sure where this was, only that she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque hedge maze, dominated by xoanon with a design of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a rough darbazi, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of acanthus. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high cyzicene hall, tastefully offset by xoanon with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a wide and low darbazi, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Which was where Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Kublai Khan said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Almost unable to believe it, Murasaki Shikibu discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Geoffery Chaucer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Which was where Geoffery Chaucer found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 703rd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 704th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 705th story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Scheherazade told:
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a blind poet named Homer. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very touching story. Thus Marco Polo ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
Once upon a time, there was a blind poet named Homer, a king of Persia named Shahryar and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Shahryar suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Shahryar told:
There was once a vast and perilous maze, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Homer couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Homer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Homer entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Homer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Homer wandered, lost in thought.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Homer offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Homer began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu wasn't quite sure where this was, only that she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous twilit solar, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a member of royalty named Asterion. Jorge Luis Borges suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting story. Thus Jorge Luis Borges ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Jorge Luis Borges told:
Jorge Luis Borges's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Little Nemo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Little Nemo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming hedge maze, that had a moasic. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Murasaki Shikibu began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Kublai Khan suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Kublai Khan told a very intertwined story. Thus Kublai Khan ended his 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Dunyazad suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dunyazad told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Kublai Khan ended his 2nd story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Kublai Khan told:
Kublai Khan's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Asterion couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a rough equatorial room, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of acanthus. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque anatomical theatre, containing a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Asterion offered advice to Kublai Khan in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Asterion told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a art deco atrium, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind poet named Homer took place. Asterion offered advice to Homer in the form of a story. So Asterion began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a member of royalty named Asterion and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Asterion suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Asterion told:
Asterion's Story About Virgil
There was once a twilight dimention in space that some call the unknown. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a looming rotunda, containing divans lining the perimeter. There was a book here, and he opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," he said, "That explains a lot. Perhaps the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a neoclassic darbazi, accented by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of guilloché. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Virgil offered advice to Dunyazad in the form of a story. So Virgil began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And he told the following story:
Virgil's Story About Scheherazade
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Scheherazade was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a primitive picture gallery, decorated with a great many columns with a design of red gems. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a twilit kiva, containing a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a art deco equatorial room, that had an empty cartouche. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a art deco rotunda, accented by an abat-son with a design of blue stones. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a art deco rotunda, accented by an abat-son with a design of blue stones. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a high equatorial room, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Shahryar in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Scheherazade's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a member of royalty named Asterion. Marco Polo suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Marco Polo told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a art deco equatorial room, that had an empty cartouche. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a primitive picture gallery, decorated with a great many columns with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a primitive picture gallery, decorated with a great many columns with a design of red gems. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a archaic hall of doors, containing a koi pond. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a twilit equatorial room, dominated by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..." And Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a art deco equatorial room, that had an empty cartouche. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Scheherazade began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Scheherazade's recursive Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a member of royalty named Asterion. Murasaki Shikibu suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Murasaki Shikibu told a very exciting story. Thus Murasaki Shikibu ended her 1st story, saying, "But there is another tale which is more marvelous still."
So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
Murasaki Shikibu's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a king of Persia named Shahryar, a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Scheherazade suggested that she should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So she began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps. And there Scheherazade discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a twilit hall of mirrors, containing divans lining the perimeter. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Virgil found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high triclinium, containing a crumbling mound of earth. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.