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 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 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 twilit cavaedium, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a brick-walled picture gallery, watched over by a parquet floor. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
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 Churrigueresque atrium, , within which was found divans lining the perimeter. 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 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 wide and low still room, tastefully offset by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. 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 Churrigueresque tablinum, tastefully offset by a great many columns with a design of winding knots. 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 archaic hall of mirrors, dominated by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Which was where 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. Almost unable to believe it, 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 Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Homer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Homer offered advice to Virgil 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:
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," Homer said, ending the story.
Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer walked away from that place.
Homer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque library, dominated by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque library, dominated by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Homer entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Homer entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Homer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Homer wandered, lost in thought.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Homer walked away from that place.
Homer 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 poet named Homer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Homer offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges 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:
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 ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. 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 high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a high tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern 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 wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a wide and low fogou, watched over by a koi pond. 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. 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 atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated 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 fogou, containing a fallen column. 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 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 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 marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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 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 luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a rough twilit solar, dominated by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of acanthus. 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 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 ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. 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 rococo tablinum, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a neoclassic liwan, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of guilloché. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a twilit equatorial room, dominated by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a primitive picture gallery, decorated with a great many columns with a design of red gems. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
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 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 looming rotunda, containing divans lining the perimeter. 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 Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a 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 rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
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 muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 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. 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 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. 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 hedge maze, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. 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 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 anatomical theatre, that had an obelisk. 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 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 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 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 Baroque terrace, that had a monolith. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a marble lumber room, that had a quatrefoil carved into the wall. 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 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 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 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 marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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 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 rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. 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 looming library, that had many solomonic columns. 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 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 marble lumber room, that had 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 high spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour 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," Homer said, ending the story.
Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Homer entered a ominous cyzicene hall, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Homer found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 706th 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 was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Homer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Homer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Homer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Homer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a primitive still room, dominated by a semi-dome with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a blind poet named Homer and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges 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 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 marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a sipapu. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a archaic hedge maze, watched over by a fountain. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 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. 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 looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. 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 atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. 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 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 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 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 triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. 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.
Virgil 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 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 ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. 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, 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 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 ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. 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 cramped and narrow colonnade, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. 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 Baroque terrace, that had a monolith. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. 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. 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 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 atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. 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 primitive atelier, watched over by a sipapu. 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 wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. 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 Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. 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 marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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 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 Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a shadowy 사랑방, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside 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, "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 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 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, 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. 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 Baroque hall of doors, decorated with a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of buta motifs. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a twilit tepidarium, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. 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 atelier, containing a curved staircase. 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.
Homer decided to travel onwards. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Homer entered a art deco cyzicene hall, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Homer wandered, lost in thought.
Homer entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. 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."
Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Homer found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 707th 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 708th 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 709th 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. Dante Alighieri wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. 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 Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a neoclassic fogou, that had moki steps. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled tablinum, accented by a fireplace with a design of taijitu. 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 rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Virgil 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 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," Dante Alighieri said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin 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. Which was where Dante Alighieri found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 710th 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 711th 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 instructive story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 712th 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 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.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 713th 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. Shahryar was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Shahryar walked away from that place.
Shahryar 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu."
Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Shahryar walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a neoclassic fogou, that had moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges 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:
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 Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Asterion walked away from that place.
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 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 discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion walked away from that place.
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, 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 primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. 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 primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. 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," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a rococo atelier, containing a fountain. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer 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 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 rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Shahryar reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 714th 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 715th 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 716th 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 lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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 intertwined 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 member of royalty named Asterion. 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 twisted garden that some call the unknown. Little Nemo must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Little Nemo walked away from that place.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. 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, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Kublai Khan 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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a wide and low cavaedium, decorated with a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a wide and low cavaedium, decorated with a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer 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 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 primitive picture gallery, decorated with a great many columns with a design of red gems. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a looming tepidarium, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. 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 luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. 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 brick-walled liwan, containing a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
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 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 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 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 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 rough spicery, , within which was found a gilt-framed mirror. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. 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 shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. 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 high fogou, containing a fallen column. 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," Little Nemo said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Little Nemo found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 717th 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. Scheherazade must have spoken the unutterable word, because she had arrived in that place. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a false door 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 Baroque picture gallery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. 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 the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found 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 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 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 discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
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.
Scheherazade entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade 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 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 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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, decorated with an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of three hares. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a shadowy triclinium, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design 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:
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 archaic cavaedium, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of pearl inlay. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a archaic cavaedium, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated 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, "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 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 Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. 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," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a archaic antechamber, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a luxurious spicery, watched over by a fallen column. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a archaic still room, containing a beautiful fresco. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. 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 the book is as infinite and inscrutable as the rest of this place."
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 high portico, decorated with a great many columns 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 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 ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a neoclassic arborium, accented by a fireplace with a design of guilloché. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a shadowy cyzicene hall, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade 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 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 she 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 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 brick-walled terrace, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. 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," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor 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 shadowy triclinium, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of carved runes. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a marble sudatorium, dominated by an abat-son with a design of palmettes. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. 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 art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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 art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. 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 primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way. Which was where Scheherazade discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 718th 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 719th 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 720th 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 librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. 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 convoluted 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 lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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 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 looming colonnade, watched over by a fireplace. 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 Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. 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 art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, 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.
"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 721st 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. Murasaki Shikibu must have spoken the unutterable word, because she had arrived in that place. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Murasaki Shikibu reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 722nd 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 723rd 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. Dante Alighieri must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. 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.
Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy cyzicene hall, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco rotunda, containing a koi pond. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Dante Alighieri reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 724th 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. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a shadowy cyzicene hall, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. 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.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 725th 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 726th 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 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 symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 727th 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. Shahryar couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a luxurious spicery, watched over by a fallen column. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a luxurious spicery, watched over by a fallen column. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. And there Shahryar found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 728th 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. Little Nemo wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo walked away from that place.
Little Nemo entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a high almonry, that had xoanon. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Little Nemo walked away from that place.
Little Nemo entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Little Nemo entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Little Nemo entered a rough tetrasoon, that had a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Homer 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 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," Little Nemo said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a high almonry, that had xoanon. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Marco Polo 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 discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Little Nemo walked away from that place.
Little Nemo entered a neoclassic fogou, that had moki steps. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Little Nemo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer 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 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque still room, that had a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo 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 child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Kublai Khan 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 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:
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," Little Nemo said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a high almonry, that had xoanon. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious spicery, watched over by a fallen column. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Little Nemo 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.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. 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 rough hall of doors, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of acanthus. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Little Nemo 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 mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Little Nemo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps. And there Little Nemo discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a rococo atelier, containing a fountain. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. 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. Quite unexpectedly Little Nemo discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 729th 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 730th 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 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:
There was once an architectural forest that some call the unknown. Shahryar couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Shahryar walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a sipapu. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu."
Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a rough triclinium, that had a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
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 an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Shahryar offered advice to Marco Polo 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 discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a primitive hedge maze, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of red gems. 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. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar 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 king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Shahryar offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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 archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. And there Shahryar reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 731st 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, 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 exciting 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 poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, 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 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 Marco Polo 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 Marco Polo 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 brick-walled hall of doors, watched over by a fireplace. 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. 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."
Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a marble-floored darbazi, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Shahryar offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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 Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. 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. 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 he told the following 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:
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," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a marble-floored tepidarium, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a rococo cavaedium, dominated by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Almost unable to believe it, Shahryar found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 732nd 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. 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.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
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 tetrasoon, that had a monolith. 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. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled equatorial room, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of taijitu. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Dante Alighieri reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 733rd 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 734th 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 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..."
This is the story that Shahryar told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that some call the unknown. Little Nemo was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious library, watched over by a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo walked away from that place.
Little Nemo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design 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."
Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
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 a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Kublai Khan 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 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:
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," Little Nemo said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps. And there Little Nemo discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 735th 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 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 intertwined 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 member of royalty named Asterion, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges 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:
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a member of royalty named Asterion. 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, which is the world. Scheherazade didn't know why she happened to be there. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade 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 queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Scheherazade 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 mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Little Nemo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Which was where Little Nemo found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Scheherazade entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a luxurious peristyle, dominated by a fountain framed by a pattern of arabseque. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a cramped and narrow still room, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Asterion 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 poet of Rome named Virgil, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a member of royalty named Asterion. 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, which is the world. Scheherazade didn't know why she happened to be there. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a high sudatorium, decorated with a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. 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 rough library, that had xoanon. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
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 child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Scheherazade 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 mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Little Nemo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled terrace, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 member of royalty named Asterion took place. Asterion offered advice to Little Nemo 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.
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 art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Shahryar offered advice to Little Nemo 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 twilight dimention in space from which few emerged. Shahryar must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. 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 muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar 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 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:
Socrates's Story About Murasaki Shikibu
There was once a twisted garden from which few emerged. Murasaki Shikibu must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic triclinium, dominated by xoanon with a design of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo terrace, , within which was found a glass chandelier. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
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 twilit rotunda, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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.
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 looming fogou, tastefully offset by a sipapu framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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:
Marco Polo's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a member of royalty named Asterion. 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 recursive Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri 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 Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors from which few emerged. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. 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 Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a twilit triclinium, , within which was found a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Virgil walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a archaic equatorial room, dominated by a fireplace with a design of pearl inlay. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Virgil entered a rococo atelier, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of chevrons. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a archaic still room, watched over by a gargoyle. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade 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 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a brick-walled spicery, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Virgil walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his 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 wandered, lost in thought.
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.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with 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 a king of Persia named Shahryar 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 inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. 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:
Marco Polo's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
Thus Marco Polo 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 Marco Polo told:
Marco Polo's Story About Dante Alighieri
There was once a twilight dimention in space from which few emerged. Dante Alighieri must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive hedge maze, accented by an abat-son with a design of red gems. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. 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 art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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 member of royalty named Asterion 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 he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very intertwined story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Asterion must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Asterion 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:
Socrates's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
Marco Polo's Story About Shahryar
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought. And there Shahryar reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a marble still room, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a monolith. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Asterion 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. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a looming hall of mirrors, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. 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 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 rough twilit solar, that had a gargoyle. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a ominous lumber room, decorated with an obelisk with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble-floored tepidarium, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive hedge maze, accented by an abat-son with a design of red gems. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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.
Dante Alighieri entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri 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 poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Dunyazad's convoluted Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic tetrasoon, containing a false door. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought. Almost unable to believe it, Dante Alighieri reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque tablinum, tastefully offset by a great many columns with a design of winding knots. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Almost unable to believe it, Murasaki Shikibu found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar 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 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:
Jorge Luis Borges's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, 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 intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his 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 felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a neoclassic cyzicene hall, dominated by a pair of komaninu with a design of guilloché. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a neoclassic spicery, , within which was found a gargoyle. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a art deco kiva, dominated by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. At the darkest hour Shahryar reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled terrace, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Little Nemo walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled terrace, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
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 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 she told the following story:
There was once a twisted garden from which few emerged. Murasaki Shikibu must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo 사랑방, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo 사랑방, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble-floored twilit solar, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo arborium, watched over by moki steps. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic antechamber, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo 사랑방, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo atelier, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo liwan, watched over by a fountain. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque liwan, containing a lararium. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps. Quite unexpectedly Murasaki Shikibu discovered the way out.
"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 discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque equatorial room, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. 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. 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:
Once upon a time, there was a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, 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 intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"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 felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled terrace, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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 Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. 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 ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a rococo atelier, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of chevrons. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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 an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo took place. Marco Polo offered advice to Little Nemo 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 queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a member of royalty named Asterion. 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 recursive Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri 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 Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors from which few emerged. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a marble-floored darbazi, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps. And there Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. 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 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 king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Shahryar 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 a poet of Rome named Virgil, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. 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:
Marco Polo's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
Thus Marco Polo 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 Marco Polo told:
Marco Polo's Story About Dante Alighieri
There was once a twilight dimention in space from which few emerged. Dante Alighieri must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled cryptoporticus, that had a great many columns. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
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 brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit kiva, containing a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo still room, containing an empty cartouche. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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 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. 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 he told the following story:
Asterion's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very intertwined story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Asterion must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Asterion 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:
Socrates's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
Marco Polo's Story About Shahryar
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a art deco hall of doors, decorated with an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Shahryar found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Asterion 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. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a brick-walled picture gallery, watched over by a parquet floor. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a rococo tablinum, dominated by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. 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 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 brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo still room, containing an empty cartouche. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a neoclassic liwan, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of guilloché. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
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 the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Dunyazad's convoluted Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled picture gallery, watched over by a parquet floor. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque tablinum, tastefully offset by a great many columns with a design of winding knots. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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:
Socrates's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
Marco Polo's Story About Shahryar
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a primitive hedge maze, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of red gems. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a primitive hedge maze, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of red gems. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. 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 muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Which was where Shahryar discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit kiva, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of imbrication. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled picture gallery, watched over by a parquet floor. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo still room, containing an empty cartouche. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo still room, containing an empty cartouche. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled cryptoporticus, that had a great many columns. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled cryptoporticus, that had a great many columns. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror 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. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit 사랑방, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. 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.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo still room, containing an empty cartouche. 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," Marco Polo said, ending his 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque peristyle, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Almost unable to believe it, Little Nemo found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. 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 shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Scheherazade walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Scheherazade entered a ominous spicery, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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 Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Scheherazade entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Scheherazade discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Which was where Scheherazade found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 736th 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. Shahryar was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. 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. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a twilit hall of doors, dominated by a semi-dome with a design of imbrication. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a marble-floored cryptoporticus, , within which was found an alcove. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a marble sudatorium, dominated by an abat-son with a design of palmettes. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a marble sudatorium, dominated by an abat-son with a design of palmettes. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade 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 Scheherazade told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Scheherazade said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a rough tetrasoon, that had a monolith. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found divans lining the perimeter. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Shahryar 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 mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Little Nemo had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a high atrium, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Which was where Little Nemo found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Little Nemo said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps. Almost unable to believe it, Shahryar discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 737th 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 738th 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, which is the world. Little Nemo couldn't quite say how he was wandering 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 739th 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 740th 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 blind poet named Homer and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. 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..." And Homer told a very contemplative story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 741st 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 had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a shadowy cyzicene hall, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Asterion offered advice to Little Nemo 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.
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 Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle 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 neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Shahryar offered advice to Little Nemo 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 twilight dimention in space from which few emerged. Shahryar must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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 muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a Baroque sudatorium, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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 twisted garden from which few emerged. Murasaki Shikibu must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high cryptoporticus, watched over by a semi-dome. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high cryptoporticus, watched over by a semi-dome. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a luxurious library, watched over by a gilt-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a cramped and narrow fogou, dominated by a fountain framed by a pattern of three hares. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
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 high cryptoporticus, watched over by a semi-dome. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps. Almost unable to believe it, Murasaki Shikibu 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 discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. 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 poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, 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 intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his 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 felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a archaic anatomical theatre, tastefully offset by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of pearl inlay. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
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 primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps. Almost unable to believe it, Shahryar discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a archaic tetrasoon, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Little Nemo walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a wide and low kiva, that had a false door. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo 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 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 she told the following story:
There was once a twisted garden from which few emerged. Murasaki Shikibu must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo atelier, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo 사랑방, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo 사랑방, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo 사랑방, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo 사랑방, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. 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 queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a member of royalty named Asterion. 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 member of royalty named Asterion, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri 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 a recursive house of many doors from which few emerged. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. 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 Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Virgil entered a Baroque equatorial room, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a ominous colonnade, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade 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 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Virgil entered a high liwan, accented by an obelisk with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a high liwan, accented by an obelisk with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. 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 rococo atelier, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of chevrons. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer 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 queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very intertwined story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Asterion must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Asterion 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:
Socrates's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
Marco Polo's Story About Shahryar
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought. And there Shahryar reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
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 chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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.
Asterion entered a twilit cavaedium, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a wide and low library, that had a great many columns. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by an exedra. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. 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 luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. 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 looming hall of mirrors, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated 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 Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by an exedra. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion 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 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 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 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 marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Asterion 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.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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, 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 brick-walled kiva, watched over by an exedra. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. 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 shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, 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 king of Persia named Shahryar 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.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
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 high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-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 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 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 brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. 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 primitive peristyle, decorated with a sipapu framed by a pattern of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Asterion 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.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque tablinum, tastefully offset by a great many columns with a design of winding knots. 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 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 member of royalty named Asterion and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges 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:
Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Shahryar
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 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 looming tetrasoon, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. 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 looming tetrasoon, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated 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 art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar 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 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:
Marco Polo's Story About Murasaki Shikibu
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. 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 archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a neoclassic arborium, dominated by a semi-dome with a design of guilloché. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a neoclassic arborium, dominated by a semi-dome with a design of guilloché. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a neoclassic arborium, dominated by a semi-dome with a design of guilloché. 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 recursive Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's Story About Virgil
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found 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 wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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 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 brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a Baroque colonnade, watched over by 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 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 of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Dunyazad's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a rococo tablinum, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a high equatorial room, that had a fountain. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside 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 picture gallery, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. 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 muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 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 primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. At the darkest hour Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad 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 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 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 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 a philosopher named Socrates took place. Virgil offered advice to Socrates 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 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 twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by 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 marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Scheherazade 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, 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 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a neoclassic arborium, dominated by a semi-dome with a design 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.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. 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 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 marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous tablinum, , within which was found a gargoyle. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous tablinum, , within which was found a gargoyle. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a neoclassic arborium, dominated by a semi-dome with a design of guilloché. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
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 the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Dunyazad's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a rococo atrium, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of chevrons. 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 high equatorial room, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. 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 high fogou, containing a fallen column. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad 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 twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
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 philosopher named Socrates took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. 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 Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. 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 he told the following story:
Homer's touching Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, 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. 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, 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 symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Geoffery Chaucer
There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu."
Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive cavaedium, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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 archaic still room, watched over by a gargoyle. 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 art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer 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."
Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
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.
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, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Geoffery Chaucer 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 Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Murasaki Shikibu found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Shahryar found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges 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. At the darkest hour Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a Baroque equatorial room, tastefully offset by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a high liwan, accented by an obelisk with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a twilit triclinium, , within which was found a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
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 the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 member of royalty named Asterion, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a primitive sudatorium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Virgil walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a twilit tepidarium, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. 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 he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
Marco Polo's Story About Shahryar
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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 muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Shahryar found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a ominous liwan, watched over by a fountain. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a archaic hedge maze, watched over by a fountain. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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. And there Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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 king of Persia named Shahryar 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 of Rome named Virgil, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. 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 child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
Thus Marco Polo 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 Marco Polo told:
There was once a twilight dimention in space from which few emerged. Dante Alighieri must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
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 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. 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 ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a member of royalty named Asterion 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 he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very intertwined story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Asterion must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Asterion 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:
Socrates's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
Marco Polo's Story About Shahryar
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a twilit twilit solar, watched over by a crumbling mound of earth. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a ominous picture gallery, dominated by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of wooden carvings. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a marble-floored tepidarium, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
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. Which was where Shahryar discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
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 chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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.
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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a marble arborium, tastefully offset by a pair of komaninu with a design of palmettes. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Asterion entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, 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 sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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 lumber room, decorated with an obelisk 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. 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. 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 felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. 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.
Asterion entered a rough twilit solar, that had a gargoyle. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Asterion 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.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. At the darkest hour Asterion discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble-floored tepidarium, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a shadowy tepidarium, , within which was found a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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 cyzicene hall, containing a fire in a low basin. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Which was where Dante Alighieri reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps. At the darkest hour Murasaki Shikibu discovered the way out.
"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 discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought. Almost unable to believe it, Little Nemo reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 742nd 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, which is the world. Asterion was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Asterion entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a king of Persia named Shahryar 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 he told the following story:
There was once a twilight dimention in space from which few emerged. Shahryar must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a primitive hedge maze, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of red gems. 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 muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a sipapu. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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 twisted garden from which few emerged. Murasaki Shikibu must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high cryptoporticus, watched over by a semi-dome. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high cryptoporticus, watched over by a semi-dome. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high cryptoporticus, watched over by a semi-dome. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy still room, that had a koi pond. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit rotunda, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps. Quite unexpectedly Murasaki Shikibu 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 discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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 poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, 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 intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his 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 felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a looming tetrasoon, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. At the darkest hour Shahryar reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Asterion entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by xoanon with a design of pearl inlay. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps. Almost unable to believe it, Asterion discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 743rd 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 744th 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 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..." And Virgil told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Virgil said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 745th 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 must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low kiva, that had a false door. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri 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 exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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 twisted garden from which few emerged. Murasaki Shikibu must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of blue stones. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo peristyle, , within which was found a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo sudatorium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo peristyle, , within which was found a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo peristyle, , within which was found a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
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 atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of three hares. 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 queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a member of royalty named Asterion. 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 member of royalty named Asterion, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri 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 a recursive house of many doors from which few emerged. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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, 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 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 ominous liwan, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade 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 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a marble atelier, containing a sipapu. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Virgil entered a high liwan, accented by an obelisk with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a rococo atelier, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of chevrons. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, dominated by a pair of komaninu with a design of taijitu. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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 marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. 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 an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer 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 queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very intertwined story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Asterion must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Asterion 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:
Socrates's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
Marco Polo's Story About Shahryar
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a primitive hedge maze, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of red gems. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a rough library, watched over by a lararium. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a marble-floored tepidarium, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Shahryar walked away from that place. Quite unexpectedly Shahryar discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
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 chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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 ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion 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. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque terrace, that had an empty cartouche. 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 neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. 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 high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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 felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by an exedra. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a wide and low library, that had a great many columns. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Asterion 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.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. At the darkest hour Asterion discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a high liwan, accented by an obelisk with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. At the darkest hour Virgil found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his 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 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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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 king of Persia named Shahryar 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 of Rome named Virgil, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. 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 child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
Thus Marco Polo 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 Marco Polo told:
There was once a twilight dimention in space from which few emerged. Dante Alighieri must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
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 Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a neoclassic cyzicene hall, containing a fire in a low basin. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit kiva, tastefully offset by a fallen column 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. 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 he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very intertwined story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's Story About Asterion
There was once a mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Asterion must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Asterion 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:
Socrates's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
Marco Polo's Story About Shahryar
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. And there Shahryar found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
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 chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a marble still room, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Asterion entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a wide and low library, that had a great many 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. 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. Which was where Asterion reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went 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 felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
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 the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 member of royalty named Asterion, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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 philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
Marco Polo's Story About Shahryar
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a looming arborium, decorated with a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a looming arborium, decorated with a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Shahryar found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps. At the darkest hour Dante Alighieri reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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 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 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. Almost unable to believe it, Murasaki Shikibu found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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 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 intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Dante Alighieri reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 746th 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, which is the world. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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 Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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. 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 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 intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Virgil entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found divans lining the perimeter. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a art deco terrace, accented by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. And there Virgil found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 747th 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 748th 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 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 intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 749th 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. 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 archaic antechamber, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. 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 queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a member of royalty named Asterion. 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 member of royalty named Asterion, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri 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 a recursive house of many doors from which few emerged. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way, 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 walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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.
Virgil entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade 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 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a archaic atrium, tastefully offset by xoanon with a design of pearl inlay. Virgil walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Virgil entered a cramped and narrow sudatorium, decorated with a fallen column with a design of three hares. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a cramped and narrow sudatorium, decorated with a fallen column with a design of three hares. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a looming rotunda, accented by a fireplace with a design of scratched markings. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
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. 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 queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very intertwined story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Asterion must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Asterion 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:
Socrates's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
Marco Polo's Story About Shahryar
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a twilit 사랑방, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought. And there Shahryar reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
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 chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Asterion entered a brick-walled picture gallery, watched over by a parquet floor. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a luxurious liwan, containing a glass-framed mirror. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Asterion entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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 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 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 muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, 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 sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. 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 walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a rococo tablinum, dominated by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a rough twilit solar, that had a gargoyle. 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 felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a primitive library, accented by a fireplace with a design of red gems. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Asterion 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.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. At the darkest hour Asterion discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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 archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a primitive sudatorium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Virgil entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a marble picture gallery, that had 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. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 member of royalty named Asterion, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Virgil wandered, lost in thought. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled tablinum, accented by a fireplace with a design of taijitu. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a rococo atelier, containing a fountain. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar 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 king of Persia named Shahryar and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan 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 poet of Rome named Virgil, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. 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 child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
Thus Marco Polo 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 Marco Polo told:
There was once a twilight dimention in space from which few emerged. Dante Alighieri must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Dante Alighieri entered a neoclassic peristyle, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a neoclassic peristyle, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri 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 poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a member of royalty named Asterion 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 he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very intertwined story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Asterion must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Asterion 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:
Socrates's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
Marco Polo's Story About Shahryar
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar 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. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a art deco hall of doors, decorated with an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out. At the darkest hour Shahryar reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Asterion entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a twilit hedge maze, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. 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 high spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a rough twilit solar, that had a gargoyle. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. At the darkest hour Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
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 high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went 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 felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri 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 poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 member of royalty named Asterion, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a archaic tetrasoon, containing a false door. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Shahryar found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious darbazi, decorated with a curved staircase framed by a pattern of arabseque. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. 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 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 archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , 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. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a neoclassic peristyle, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri 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 exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade 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.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. 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," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled tablinum, accented by a fireplace with a design of taijitu. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil 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.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade 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.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought. At the darkest hour Shahryar reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 750th 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 didn't know why he happened to be there. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo 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. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. 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 archaic almonry, , within which was found a wood-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 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 king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Shahryar 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 a poet of Rome named Virgil, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. 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 child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
Thus Marco Polo 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 Marco Polo told:
There was once a twilight dimention in space from which few emerged. Dante Alighieri must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming rotunda, containing divans lining the perimeter. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming colonnade, watched over by an abat-son. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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 wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a member of royalty named Asterion 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 he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very intertwined story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Asterion must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Asterion 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:
Socrates's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
Marco Polo's Story About Shahryar
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a rough colonnade, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of acanthus. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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 Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Shahryar found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
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 chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion 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 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion 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. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. 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 wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a primitive library, accented by a fireplace with a design of red gems. 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 marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. 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 felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a twilit hedge maze, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a primitive library, accented by a fireplace with a design of red gems. 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. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Asterion 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.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a twilit hedge maze, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a twilit hedge maze, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. 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 walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, 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 a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a twilit hedge maze, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, 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 king of Persia named Shahryar 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.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque terrace, that had an empty cartouche. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a twilit hedge maze, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 Churrigueresque terrace, that had an empty cartouche. 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. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. 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 art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Asterion 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.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. 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 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 member of royalty named Asterion and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges 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:
Jorge Luis Borges's Story About Shahryar
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 wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a looming tetrasoon, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. 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 ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a looming fogou, dominated by an alcove framed by a pattern of scratched markings. 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:
Marco Polo's Story About Murasaki Shikibu
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. 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. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco hall of doors, decorated with an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
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 art deco picture gallery, decorated with many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco picture gallery, decorated with many solomonic columns 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 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 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 recursive Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's Story About Virgil
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a Baroque tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a 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 Baroque tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque terrace, that had an empty cartouche. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil 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. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a marble-floored darbazi, tastefully offset by a parquet floor 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 archaic hedge maze, that had a fallen column. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a wide and low cavaedium, , within which was found a gargoyle. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, watched over by an exedra. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design 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. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Dunyazad's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a rococo tablinum, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a looming arborium, watched over by 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 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.
Virgil entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. 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.
Virgil entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated 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 high fogou, containing a fallen column. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a brick-walled hall of doors, watched over by a fireplace. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a archaic hedge maze, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Virgil offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. 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 archaic hall of mirrors, dominated by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a archaic hall of mirrors, dominated by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Virgil walked away from that place. Which was where Virgil discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco picture gallery, decorated with many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Scheherazade 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco picture gallery, decorated with many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. 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 art deco picture gallery, decorated with many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. 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 sudatorium, watched over by a semi-dome. 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 looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble still room, containing a lararium. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Dunyazad's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a rococo atrium, that had a wood-framed mirror. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad 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 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 ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. 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. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. 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 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. Which was where Murasaki Shikibu discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Shahryar found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges 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. At the darkest hour Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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 archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 member of royalty named Asterion, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought. Almost unable to believe it, Dante Alighieri reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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 of Rome named Virgil took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Virgil 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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a marble-floored almonry, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Scheherazade 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 wandered, lost in thought. At the darkest hour Little Nemo reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 751st 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 752nd 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. Murasaki Shikibu was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a moasic. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu."
Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by 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 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 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.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Scheherazade 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque sudatorium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy terrace, dominated by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit fogou, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with 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 a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Asterion offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu 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 queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very intertwined story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a philosopher named Socrates and a poet of Rome named Virgil. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth from which few emerged. Asterion must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Asterion walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Asterion 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:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a sipapu. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a rough library, watched over by a lararium. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. And there Shahryar found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Asterion entered a shadowy tetrasoon, decorated with a sipapu framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
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 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 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 muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Asterion walked away from that place. Quite unexpectedly Asterion discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Asterion said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high terrace, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy terrace, dominated by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy cyzicene hall, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found divans lining the perimeter. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 member of royalty named Asterion, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Murasaki Shikibu decided to travel onwards. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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. Almost unable to believe it, Murasaki Shikibu reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 753rd 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 754th 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 755th 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, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a member of royalty named Asterion. 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 symbolic 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:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, 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..."
This is the story that Murasaki Shikibu told:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth, which is the world. Shahryar must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a rough peristyle, tastefully offset by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. 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 she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil. 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. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a archaic tablinum, containing a lararium. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. 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:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Shahryar walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a archaic triclinium, tastefully offset by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a art deco hall of doors, decorated with an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Shahryar found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps. At the darkest hour Shahryar discovered the way out.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 756th 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. Asterion must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps. At the darkest hour Asterion discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 757th 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 758th 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 759th 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 poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Once upon a time, there was a poet of Rome named Virgil, a philosopher named Socrates and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 760th 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. 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 looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. 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. Which was where Virgil discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 761st 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, 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 primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Little Nemo walked away from that place, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Little Nemo 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 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 she told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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..."
This is the story that Marco Polo told:
There was once a recursive house of many doors, which is the world. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. 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, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a archaic hedge maze, that had a fallen column. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a twilit darbazi, decorated with a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of imbrication. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, listening to the echo of footsteps.
Shahryar entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. 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. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Shahryar found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Marco Polo said, ending his 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 felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way, listening to the echo of footsteps. At the darkest hour Little Nemo discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 762nd 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 763rd 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, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a member of royalty named Asterion. 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 exciting 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..." And Geoffery Chaucer told a very interesting story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 764th 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. 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 high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Little Nemo 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.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. 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.
Little Nemo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a false door framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a false door framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Little Nemo entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Little Nemo walked away from that place.
Little Nemo entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a shadowy cyzicene hall, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a marble lumber room, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of palmettes. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Little Nemo 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 child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Scheherazade offered advice to Little Nemo 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.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a false door framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence. Which was where Little Nemo found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 765th 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, which is the world. Asterion was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. 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.
Asterion entered a wide and low kiva, that had a false door. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, 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 twilit spicery, that had a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 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 felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a shadowy triclinium, that had a parquet floor. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Asterion 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.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a shadowy triclinium, that had a parquet floor. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion 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. Asterion opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a marble sudatorium, dominated by an abat-son with a design 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. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, 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 king of Persia named Shahryar 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.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
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 picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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 shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a Baroque still room, that had a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu 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 neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Asterion 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.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges 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:
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 marble-floored hedge maze, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a marble-floored hedge maze, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. 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 twilit twilit solar, watched over by a crumbling mound of earth. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a luxurious peristyle, that had a fallen column. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a Baroque peristyle, dominated by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. 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:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. 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. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns 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 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 archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a luxurious tetrasoon, , within which was found a semi-dome. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a luxurious tetrasoon, , within which was found a semi-dome. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a luxurious tetrasoon, , within which was found 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 lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a high spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, 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. 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 art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a marble-floored darbazi, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. 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 high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 brick-walled darbazi, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil 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. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a brick-walled darbazi, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Dunyazad's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a rococo tablinum, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. 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. At the darkest hour Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. 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 luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Virgil offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a Baroque sudatorium, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a 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 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 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil walked away from that place.
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 archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil 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 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 he told the following story:
Shahryar's touching Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, 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. 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, 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 symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Geoffery Chaucer
There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic picture gallery, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of guilloché. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went 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 felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu."
Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
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, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy portico, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque antechamber, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic picture gallery, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of guilloché. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Which was where Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Geoffery Chaucer 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 Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching 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.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Virgil discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Virgil entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design 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. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a sipapu framed by a pattern of red gems. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Virgil entered a looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a brick-walled darbazi, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a brick-walled kiva, accented by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of taijitu. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Virgil entered a twilit cavaedium, containing a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Virgil entered a looming picture gallery, that had 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, "It is as confusing as this maze."
Virgil wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a Baroque sudatorium, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
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.
Virgil entered a primitive library, accented by a fireplace with a design of red gems. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. 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. 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."
Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a brick-walled darbazi, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a brick-walled darbazi, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Virgil entered a brick-walled picture gallery, watched over by a parquet floor. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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 marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Virgil entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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 walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a brick-walled darbazi, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Virgil entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque terrace, that had an empty cartouche. 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. 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."
Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a primitive library, accented by a fireplace with a design of red gems. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
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.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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. Which was where Virgil found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Murasaki Shikibu discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Shahryar discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges 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. At the darkest hour Asterion found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 766th 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 767th 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 the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad. 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 768th 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. Scheherazade couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a archaic atrium, containing 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 archaic atrium, containing a crumbling mound of earth. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Scheherazade 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.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. 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 archaic atrium, containing a crumbling mound of earth. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
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 walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. 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 archaic atrium, containing a crumbling mound of earth. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a twilit fogou, decorated with a koi pond 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 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 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated 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 archaic atrium, containing a crumbling mound of earth. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a moasic. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. 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. 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 high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Scheherazade opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a rococo atelier, containing a fountain. 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 muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a archaic atrium, containing a crumbling mound of earth. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. 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 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 ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled terrace, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. 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 Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
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 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:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous sudatorium, watched over by a semi-dome. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque hedge maze, dominated by xoanon with a design of buta motifs. 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 Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. 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 marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. 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 lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a archaic hall of mirrors, dominated by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, 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. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil 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. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a brick-walled darbazi, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated 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 looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. 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 primitive library, accented by a fireplace with a design of red gems. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, watched over by an exedra. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a brick-walled darbazi, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Dunyazad's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a rococo tablinum, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. 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 marble-floored triclinium, that had a wood-framed mirror. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. At the darkest hour Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad 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 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 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 wide and low library, that had a great many columns. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Virgil offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil 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. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. 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. Quite unexpectedly Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Scheherazade 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 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 primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. 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 atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. 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 luxurious tetrasoon, , within which was found a semi-dome. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
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 the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a marble-floored tablinum, dominated by a false door framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. 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 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.
Virgil entered a high equatorial room, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a archaic hall of doors, containing a koi pond. 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 art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. 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 art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad 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 archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Socrates 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 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 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. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. 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 Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu 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 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 he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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 a philosopher named Socrates, 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. 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, 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 symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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 a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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, 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. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu."
Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy hall of mirrors, decorated with a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy cavaedium, accented by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled spicery, decorated with a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. 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 Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. 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."
Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque hedge maze, dominated by xoanon with a design of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, 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. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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 ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled spicery, decorated with a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming liwan, decorated with a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. 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 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.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy hall of mirrors, decorated with a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. 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. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth 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 was quite useless. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated 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 Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer 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 an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a member of royalty named Asterion and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. 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 touching story. "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 discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. 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. 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. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Little Nemo 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 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. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer 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.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous spicery, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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 an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo 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:
Marco Polo's Story About Geoffery Chaucer
There was once a library just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, 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..." And Shahryar told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar 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 discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic atelier, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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 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:
Dante Alighieri's Story About Dunyazad
There was once an expansive zone just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad had followed a secret path, and so she had arrived in that place. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dunyazad entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a art deco rotunda, containing a fountain. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad 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 she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers."
Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a art deco rotunda, containing a fountain. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. At the darkest hour Dunyazad 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 art deco rotunda, watched over by a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan 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:
Kublai Khan's moving Story
Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, 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..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. 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. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. 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.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. And there Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Geoffery Chaucer 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 Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. 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. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Quite unexpectedly Murasaki Shikibu found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a rococo portico, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of chevrons. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a twilit peristyle, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a marble library, that had a standing stone inlayed with gold and. 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. 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:
There was once a recursive house of many doors that lived in eternal twilight. Little Nemo didn't know why he happened to be there. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Little Nemo discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled terrace, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a poet of Rome named Virgil 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 he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a twilit tepidarium, tastefully offset by moki steps 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 twilit tepidarium, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a archaic equatorial room, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of pearl inlay. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
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 luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. 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 marble atelier, containing a sipapu. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a marble atelier, containing a sipapu. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. 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 high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. 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. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a neoclassic liwan, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of guilloché. 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. 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 Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Virgil discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad 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 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 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 archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Virgil offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. 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 Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a ominous lumber room, decorated with an obelisk 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 almonry, decorated with a fountain framed by a pattern of palmettes. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a marble almonry, decorated with a fountain framed by a pattern of palmettes. 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 he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, 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. 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, 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 symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Geoffery Chaucer
There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu."
Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
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, 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 ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive cavaedium, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of red gems. 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 darbazi, dominated by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high darbazi, dominated by moki steps which was lined with a repeated 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. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. 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."
Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, that had a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, that had a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, that had a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at 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 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. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer 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, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers."
Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming arborium, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. Which was where Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out.
Thus Geoffery Chaucer 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 Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching 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.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Virgil found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Shahryar said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way. And there Shahryar discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. 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. Almost unable to believe it, Scheherazade reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 769th 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. Dante Alighieri was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a neoclassic spicery, watched over by a semi-dome. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. 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 marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, 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. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Shahryar offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a neoclassic spicery, watched over by a semi-dome. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu 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 rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. 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 ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror 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 Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Socrates offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. 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.
Dante Alighieri entered a neoclassic spicery, watched over by a semi-dome. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Dante Alighieri reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 770th 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 771st 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 child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. 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 exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 772nd 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 blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. 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:
Once upon a time, there was a queen of Persia named Scheherazade, a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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 lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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 mysterious labyrinth that some call the unknown. Dante Alighieri must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. 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 Baroque almonry, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of buta motifs. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. 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:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic cyzicene hall, , within which was found a false door. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-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 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 rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of blue stones. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo atrium, that had an abat-son. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 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 recursive Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's Story About Virgil
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a high fogou, 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 high fogou, containing a fallen column. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a marble-floored hedge maze, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. 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," Dante Alighieri 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of blue stones. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Scheherazade 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, 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 sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of blue stones. 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 library, that had many solomonic columns. 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 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 cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo atrium, that had an abat-son. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Dunyazad's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a shadowy almonry, accented by a fallen column with a design of carved runes. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque liwan, tastefully offset by a semi-dome with a design of winding knots. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a high portico, dominated by a fireplace with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. 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. At the darkest hour Virgil found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad 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 archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu 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 lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. 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 high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rough still room, decorated with a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of acanthus. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco peristyle, accented by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of blue stones. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-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 rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. 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 he told the following story:
Homer's touching Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, 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. 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, 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 symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Geoffery Chaucer
There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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 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."
Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
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, 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 rough library, that had xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. 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 twilit twilit solar, watched over by a crumbling mound of earth. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. 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. 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."
Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow still room, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. 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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled spicery, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Geoffery Chaucer 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 Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Murasaki Shikibu found the exit.
"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 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. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low tablinum, containing a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a king of Persia named Shahryar took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Shahryar 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 recursive house of many doors that lived in eternal twilight. Little Nemo didn't know why he happened to be there. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of blue stones. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Little Nemo entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Virgil 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:
Little Nemo's recursive Story
Once upon a time, there was a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's Story About Virgil
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found 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 wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a cramped and narrow tetrasoon, watched over by an exedra. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
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 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 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 primitive library, accented by a fireplace with a design of red gems. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a cramped and narrow tetrasoon, watched over by an exedra. 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 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 cramped and narrow tetrasoon, watched over by an exedra. 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. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Dunyazad's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a cramped and narrow portico, watched over by moki steps. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a rococo tablinum, watched over by a cartouche with a mirror inside. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque terrace, that had an empty cartouche. 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. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Virgil offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated 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 rococo atrium, dominated by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a rococo darbazi, watched over by a fountain. 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. At the darkest hour Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Little Nemo entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque arborium, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Scheherazade 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, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious atrium, containing a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Little Nemo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Little Nemo entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque arborium, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Asterion 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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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.
Little Nemo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo walked away from that place.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of blue stones. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. 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. Dunyazad offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Dunyazad's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a neoclassic cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of guilloché. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a art deco hall of doors, tastefully offset by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Little Nemo entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque terrace, that had an empty cartouche. 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. Little Nemo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu 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 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.
Little Nemo entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Little Nemo walked away from that place.
Little Nemo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
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 primitive peristyle, decorated with a sipapu framed by a pattern of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Little Nemo 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 touching Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's amusing Story
Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, 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. 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, 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 symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's Story About Geoffery Chaucer
There was once a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit twilit solar, watched over by a crumbling mound of earth. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. 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."
Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous spicery, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. And there Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Geoffery Chaucer 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 Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a sipapu framed by a pattern of red gems. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a looming picture gallery, that had 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, "That explains a lot. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Little Nemo entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque arborium, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Little Nemo walked away from that place.
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 rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Little Nemo 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, "It is as confusing as this maze."
Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Little Nemo entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Little Nemo walked away from that place.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Little Nemo entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu."
Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque arborium, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a archaic cyzicene hall, , within which was found a false door. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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.
Little Nemo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque hedge maze, dominated by xoanon with a design of buta motifs. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque hedge maze, dominated by xoanon with a design of buta motifs. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Little Nemo walked away from that place.
Little Nemo entered a Baroque arborium, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. 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, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Little Nemo 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."
Little Nemo walked away from that place.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked 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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Little Nemo entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Little Nemo entered a wide and low twilit solar, tastefully offset by a sipapu framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Little Nemo entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. At the darkest hour Little Nemo reached the end of the labyrinth.
"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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of pearl inlay. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 poet of Rome named Virgil took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Virgil 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 poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's Story About Virgil
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a art deco cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of blue stones. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, 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. 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 brick-walled sudatorium, watched over by an obelisk. 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 marble anatomical theatre, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. 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 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 marble anatomical theatre, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. 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 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 high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. 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. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Dunyazad's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a luxurious peristyle, decorated with many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a looming arborium, watched over by 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 Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. At the darkest hour Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. 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 brick-walled anatomical theatre, dominated by a pair of komaninu with a design of taijitu. 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 a philosopher named Socrates took place. Virgil offered advice to Socrates 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 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 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 primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way. 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.
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:
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu must have spoken the unutterable word, because she had arrived in that place. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco lumber room, containing a crumbling mound of earth. 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.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a brick-walled spicery, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of taijitu. 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 art deco lumber room, containing a crumbling mound of earth. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. 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. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu 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 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 marble liwan, tastefully offset by a semi-dome with a design of palmettes. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. 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 marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. 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:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. 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 marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco almonry, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of blue stones. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic atrium, accented by a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming still room, tastefully offset by a false door framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit tepidarium, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a wide and low liwan, accented by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. 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 lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's important Story
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Dante Alighieri's Story About Virgil
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a high fogou, 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 brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a brick-walled picture gallery, watched over by a parquet floor. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a archaic still room, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of pearl inlay. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a brick-walled kiva, accented by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of taijitu. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, 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 a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil 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. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 neoclassic tepidarium, that had an obelisk. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. 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 archaic still room, tastefully offset by a fallen column 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 luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Dunyazad's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a luxurious peristyle, decorated with many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a luxurious peristyle, decorated with many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. 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 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 philosopher named Socrates took place. Virgil offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon with a design of red gems. 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 rococo darbazi, watched over by a fountain. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil 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. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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.
Virgil entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. At the darkest hour Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by 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 wide and low liwan, accented by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Scheherazade 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming almonry, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. 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 wide and low liwan, accented by a moasic framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. 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 luxurious library, watched over by a gilt-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic 사랑방, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble still room, containing a lararium. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a twilit triclinium, , within which was found a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a high equatorial room, that had a fountain. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad 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 spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. 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 anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque terrace, containing an exedra. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place. Which was where Murasaki Shikibu discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a wide and low cavaedium, decorated with a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Shahryar discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dante Alighieri 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 cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo atelier, containing a fountain. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
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 ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place. Which was where Murasaki Shikibu discovered the way out.
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..." And Scheherazade told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 773rd 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. Shahryar was almost certain about why he happened to be there. 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 art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
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.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a archaic still room, containing a beautiful fresco. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a archaic still room, containing a beautiful fresco. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a ominous antechamber, containing an obelisk. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a art deco rotunda, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of blue stones. 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:
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 wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a ominous peristyle, watched over by a lararium. 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 twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. At the darkest hour Shahryar reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Jorge Luis Borges 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 cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a Baroque almonry, tastefully offset by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Shahryar discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 774th 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 775th 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 child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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 mysterious labyrinth that some call the unknown. Dante Alighieri must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. 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 an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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 primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. 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:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming 사랑방, tastefully offset by a glass-framed mirror framed by a pattern of scratched markings. 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 Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. 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 art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of blue stones. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of blue stones. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco peristyle, accented by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of blue stones. 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 lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found 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 brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
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 luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a marble-floored darbazi, tastefully offset by a parquet floor 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 Baroque sudatorium, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a 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 brick-walled darbazi, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. 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. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Dunyazad's Story About Virgil
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a marble-floored triclinium, that had a wood-framed mirror. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad 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 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 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 a philosopher named Socrates took place. Virgil offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Virgil entered a marble almonry, decorated with a fountain framed by a pattern of palmettes. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Which was where Virgil found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming arborium, decorated with a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit hedge maze, watched over by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Scheherazade 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. 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 wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive terrace, decorated with an abat-son with a design of red gems. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit hedge maze, watched over by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. 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 neoclassic colonnade, that had a crumbling mound of earth. 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 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 art deco atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of blue stones. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of blue stones. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
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. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a marble-floored tablinum, dominated by a false door framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a marble-floored sudatorium, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a high equatorial room, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
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 cavaedium, watched over by an obelisk. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. 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.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad 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 neoclassic colonnade, that had a crumbling mound of earth. 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 anatomical theatre, that had a fountain. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
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 philosopher named Socrates took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
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 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. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco hall of doors, decorated with an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit 사랑방, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. 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 Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. 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 high fogou, containing a fallen column. 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 he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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 a philosopher named Socrates, 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. 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, 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 symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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 a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, that had a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. 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. 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."
Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. 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 Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way. Which was where Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out.
Thus Geoffery Chaucer 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 Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Murasaki Shikibu found the exit.
"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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Dante Alighieri found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 776th 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 lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri. 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 intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 777th 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. Scheherazade didn't know why she happened to be there. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque fogou, tastefully offset by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of winding knots. 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 wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a false door framed by a pattern 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. 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:
There was once a mysterious labyrinth that lived in eternal twilight. Murasaki Shikibu must have gotten lost, because she was wandering there. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Murasaki Shikibu thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, 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 sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Baroque portico, containing a fire in a low basin. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a brick-walled terrace, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a brick-walled terrace, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. 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 lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very touching story. Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. Socrates suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Socrates told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Socrates said, ending his story.
Thus Dante Alighieri 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 Dante Alighieri told:
There was once a twisted garden that lived in eternal twilight. Virgil couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a high fogou, 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 brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. 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 luxurious atelier, decorated with a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of arabseque. Virgil chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a ominous atrium, watched over by an exedra. 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 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 marble anatomical theatre, decorated with a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. 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 looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a luxurious atelier, decorated with a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of arabseque. 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. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Virgil in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, decorated with a false door framed by a pattern of winding knots. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a art deco rotunda, accented by an abat-son with a design of blue stones. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a high spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a ominous fogou, watched over by a gilt-framed mirror. Virgil wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Virgil decided to travel onwards. Virgil muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 marble-floored darbazi, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Virgil felt sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a rococo atelier, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of chevrons. And that was where the encounter between a poet of Rome named Virgil and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Virgil offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated 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 high sudatorium, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Virgil thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, 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 sure that this must be the way out.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, 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. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. At the darkest hour Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit arborium, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of imbrication. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Scheherazade 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 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 Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Murasaki Shikibu chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Murasaki Shikibu discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, 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 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a primitive cyzicene hall, watched over by a moasic. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco peristyle, accented by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of blue stones. 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 terrace, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. 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 darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Murasaki Shikibu felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Murasaki Shikibu muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design 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 brick-walled terrace, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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 brick-walled terrace, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Murasaki Shikibu opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Murasaki Shikibu 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 lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a rococo still room, containing a gargoyle. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Virgil wandered, lost in thought. Which was where Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad 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 art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a twilit equatorial room, dominated by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. And that was where the encounter between a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Murasaki Shikibu offered advice to Socrates 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 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 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 cramped and narrow hall of mirrors, watched over by a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Murasaki Shikibu felt sure that this must be the way out.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Murasaki Shikibu wandered, lost in thought.
Murasaki Shikibu entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Murasaki Shikibu walked away from that place. Which was where Murasaki Shikibu discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Virgil said, ending the story.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out. Quite unexpectedly Scheherazade discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 778th 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 779th 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 queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. 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:
Once upon a time, there was a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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 an architectural forest that some call the unknown. Little Nemo couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. 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.
Little Nemo entered a marble-floored darbazi, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
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 rococo hedge maze, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of chevrons. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Little Nemo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
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, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a rococo hedge maze, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of chevrons. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Scheherazade 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, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a marble-floored darbazi, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Little Nemo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
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, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
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 cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Little Nemo entered a marble-floored tablinum, accented by a fountain framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a member of royalty named Asterion took place. Little Nemo offered advice to Asterion 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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a marble-floored tablinum, accented by a fountain framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Little Nemo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Little Nemo entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a rococo hedge maze, tastefully offset by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of chevrons. 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 ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Little Nemo walked away from that place.
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, humming a little to relieve the silence.
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 the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Little Nemo in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a Baroque twilit solar, that had a koi pond. 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. Almost unable to believe it, Virgil found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Little Nemo entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. 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. Little Nemo offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Little Nemo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Little Nemo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Little Nemo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Little Nemo entered a wide and low cavaedium, decorated with a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Little Nemo wandered, lost in thought.
Little Nemo entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Little Nemo walked away from that place.
Little Nemo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Little Nemo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
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 rococo colonnade, , within which was found a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Little Nemo 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:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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 a philosopher named Socrates, 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. 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, 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 symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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 a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. 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.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went 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 felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu."
Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. 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. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive cavaedium, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of red gems. 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 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, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. 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."
Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious peristyle, dominated by a fountain framed by a pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious peristyle, dominated by a fountain framed by a pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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 high spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Geoffery Chaucer 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 Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story.
Little Nemo decided to travel onwards. Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Little Nemo entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Little Nemo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Little Nemo entered a marble-floored tablinum, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. 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."
Little Nemo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Quite unexpectedly Little Nemo found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 780th 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 781st 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 782nd 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 a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri. 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 poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri, the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. 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 that some call the unknown. Asterion was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. 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 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 cavaedium, containing a stone-framed mirror. Asterion chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Asterion entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. 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 ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a marble antechamber, decorated with a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a looming kiva, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Asterion wandered, lost in thought.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Asterion walked away from that place.
Asterion entered a looming kiva, accented by a false door 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 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. Dunyazad offered advice to Asterion in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a brick-walled anatomical theatre, , within which was found divans lining the perimeter. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a wide and low still room, tastefully offset by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated 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 Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors. At the darkest hour Virgil reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Asterion decided to travel onwards. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a cramped and narrow hall of doors, containing a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, 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 felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a member of royalty named Asterion and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Asterion offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Asterion entered a high tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Asterion muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Asterion entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Asterion thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Asterion entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Asterion felt sure that this must be the way out.
Asterion entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. 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 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 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 art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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 he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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 a philosopher named Socrates, 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. 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:
Geoffery Chaucer's inspiring Story
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, 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 symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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 a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy hall of mirrors, decorated with a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. 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."
Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy hall of mirrors, decorated with a lararium which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 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 ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. 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. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious fogou, tastefully offset by a fireplace with a design of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out.
Thus Geoffery Chaucer 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 Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer 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 cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Asterion discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. At the darkest hour Asterion found the exit.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 783rd 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. Dante Alighieri must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-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 wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges 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 poet of Rome named Virgil, a king of Persia named Shahryar and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. 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 child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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 symbolic 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:
There was once an architectural forest that lived in eternal twilight. Dante Alighieri must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, 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 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 luxurious liwan, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of arabseque. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, 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 felt sure that this must be the way out. Which was where Dante Alighieri reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Shahryar said, ending his 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 muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, 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 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 fogou, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
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 wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco hall of doors, dominated by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
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 Baroque picture gallery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco hall of doors, dominated by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious spicery, watched over by a fallen column. And that was where the encounter between a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Dante Alighieri in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a rough sudatorium, , within which was found a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a art deco atrium, accented by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a rough sudatorium, , within which was found 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.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a twilit fogou, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri 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 exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Dante Alighieri offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque still room, that had 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 marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri 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. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri 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. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dante Alighieri 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 exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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 a philosopher named Socrates, 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. 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:
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, 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 symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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 a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. 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.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu."
Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque cryptoporticus, accented by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque cryptoporticus, accented by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive liwan, containing a moasic. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble atelier, tastefully offset by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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, "Perhaps it's a list of names? Or a crossword puzzle that was filled in wrong."
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.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, tastefully offset by a fountain framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco tetrasoon, containing a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that 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.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Geoffery Chaucer 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 Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story.
Dante Alighieri decided to travel onwards. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dante Alighieri 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, "That explains a lot. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dante Alighieri entered a high terrace, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco hall of doors, dominated by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found 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, "It is as confusing as this maze."
Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dante Alighieri entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Dante Alighieri opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dante Alighieri entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dante Alighieri chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a neoclassic kiva, dominated by a fountain 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu."
Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a art deco hall of doors, dominated by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of blue stones. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. 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, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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 brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. And there Dante Alighieri reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 784th 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 785th 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 786th 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 child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. 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 symbolic 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 king of Persia named Shahryar, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri. 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. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a shadowy tepidarium, decorated with many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. 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 Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall 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 archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Virgil entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. 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. Which was where Virgil found the exit.
"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 787th 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. Shahryar had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a Baroque picture gallery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a neoclassic tepidarium, containing a stone-framed mirror. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a neoclassic tepidarium, containing a stone-framed mirror. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
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 walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. 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. 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 she told the following story:
There was once a recursive house of many doors that some call the unknown. Virgil didn't know why he happened to be there. Virgil wandered, lost in thought.
Virgil entered a rough hall of mirrors, tastefully offset by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of acanthus. Virgil walked away from that place.
Virgil entered a marble-floored spicery, tastefully offset by a moasic framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Virgil opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Virgil entered a rococo arborium, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Virgil felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
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 shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. 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. At the darkest hour Virgil found the exit.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a high tablinum, containing a cartouche with a mirror inside. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. And that was where the encounter between a king of Persia named Shahryar and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Shahryar offered advice to Socrates 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar entered a Baroque still room, that had a gilt-framed mirror. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a archaic darbazi, containing moki steps. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a art deco rotunda, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of blue stones. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out.
Shahryar entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Shahryar wandered, lost in thought.
Shahryar entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Shahryar walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a shadowy sudatorium, decorated with a false door 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 brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Shahryar 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 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 he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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 a philosopher named Socrates, 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. 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:
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, 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 symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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 a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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.
Geoffery Chaucer 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu."
Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque cryptoporticus, accented by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
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, sparing a passing glance at 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 muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer 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."
Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble picture gallery, that had an abat-son. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious tepidarium, containing a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, 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. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. 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. 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque cryptoporticus, accented by a monolith which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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, "That was quite useless. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo hall of doors, that had a fireplace. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 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 queen of Persia named Scheherazade 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 the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a member of royalty named Asterion and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. 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 touching story. "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 discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble-floored tablinum, accented by a fountain framed by a pattern of complex interlacing. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer 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 English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Little Nemo 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 muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low cavaedium, tastefully offset by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. And that was where the encounter between an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a blind poet named Homer took place. Homer offered advice to Geoffery Chaucer 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.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern 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 Churrigueresque spicery, dominated 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 an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo 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:
There was once a library just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer 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 English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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 Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, 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..." And Shahryar told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar 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 discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer 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 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 an expansive zone just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad had followed a secret path, and so she had arrived in that place. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dunyazad entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dunyazad entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a shadowy anatomical theatre, decorated with a pair of komaninu with a design of carved runes. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers."
Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a art deco rotunda, containing a fountain. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dunyazad entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a shadowy cryptoporticus, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Socrates 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.
Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Dunyazad walked away from that place.
Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
Dunyazad's Story About Geoffery Chaucer
There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic hall of doors, containing a koi pond. 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. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. 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. 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. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. 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 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. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic equatorial room, accented by an abat-son with a design of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Dunyazad walked away from that place.
Dunyazad entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dunyazad entered a high spicery, containing a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Which was where Dunyazad found the exit.
"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 Baroque arborium, tastefully offset by a sipapu framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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 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 Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan 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 philosopher named Socrates, 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..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
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 ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque arborium, tastefully offset by a sipapu framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic cavaedium, , within which was found a koi pond. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque kiva, accented by a crumbling mound of earth which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. 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. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu 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 an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern 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 Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. 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. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a neoclassic atelier, watched over by a fountain. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high spicery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive 사랑방, accented by a fireplace with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, , within which was found a fire in a low basin. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. 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 walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit triclinium, , within which was found a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled picture gallery, watched over by a parquet floor. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer 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, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers."
Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Geoffery Chaucer 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 wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design 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 rococo terrace, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit 사랑방, accented by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough spicery, decorated with a fire in a low basin framed by a pattern of acanthus. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place. Which was where Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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 Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble hall of mirrors, , within which was found a fireplace. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. 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.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Geoffery Chaucer 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 Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching story. "And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story.
Shahryar decided to travel onwards. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Shahryar entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Shahryar discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Shahryar 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, "That explains a lot. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Shahryar entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. 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.
Shahryar entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Shahryar 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, "It is as confusing as this maze."
Shahryar wandered, lost in thought, 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 walked away from that place.
Shahryar entered a archaic darbazi, containing moki steps. Shahryar opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a ominous antechamber, containing an obelisk. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Shahryar entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Shahryar chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Shahryar entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. 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."
Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a neoclassic tepidarium, containing a stone-framed mirror. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Shahryar entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. Shahryar felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Shahryar entered a Baroque picture gallery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Shahryar muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Shahryar entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Shahryar thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Shahryar entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. Shahryar felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. And there Shahryar reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 788th 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. Scheherazade couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Scheherazade chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Scheherazade entered a twilit fogou, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. 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 neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
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 wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. And that was where the encounter between a queen of Persia named Scheherazade and a philosopher named Socrates 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.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled colonnade, decorated with a great many columns with a design of taijitu. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled colonnade, decorated with a great many columns with a design of taijitu. Scheherazade wandered, lost in thought.
Scheherazade entered a brick-walled colonnade, decorated with a great many columns with a design of taijitu. Scheherazade walked away from that place.
Scheherazade entered a marble atrium, 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 marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
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 he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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 a philosopher named Socrates, 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. 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:
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, 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 symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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 a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough rotunda, that had a great many columns. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went 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 felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a twilit tepidarium, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu."
Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rough rotunda, that had a great many columns. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive hedge maze, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a rococo spicery, , within which was found an abat-son. 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. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cavaedium, accented by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming liwan, decorated with a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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 wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. 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 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, "Perhaps it's a list of names? Or a crossword puzzle that was filled in wrong."
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.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. 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 chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic still room, accented by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming liwan, decorated with a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous sudatorium, tastefully offset by 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 sudatorium, tastefully offset by a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled spicery, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Geoffery Chaucer 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 Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching 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.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Scheherazade found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 789th 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 790th 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 blind poet named Homer and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade. 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..." And Homer told a very contemplative story. "And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 791st 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. Scheherazade had followed a secret path, and so she had arrived in that place. Scheherazade muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Scheherazade entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Scheherazade felt sure that this must be the way out.
Scheherazade entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. 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 Churrigueresque twilit solar, 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 marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Scheherazade felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Scheherazade 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 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 he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was a member of royalty named Asterion, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a king of Persia named Shahryar. 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 a philosopher named Socrates, 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. 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:
Once upon a time, there was an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer, 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 symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his 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 a vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu."
Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low liwan, , within which was found a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. 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. Almost unable to believe it, Geoffery Chaucer found the exit.
Thus Geoffery Chaucer 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 Geoffery Chaucer told a very touching 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.
Scheherazade decided to travel onwards. Scheherazade thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence. Quite unexpectedly Scheherazade found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 792nd 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. Dante Alighieri was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Dante Alighieri felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dante Alighieri entered a luxurious liwan, watched over by a lararium. 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 luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Dante Alighieri wandered, lost in thought.
Dante Alighieri entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dante Alighieri walked away from that place.
Dante Alighieri entered a primitive arborium, watched over by an empty cartouche. Dante Alighieri muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dante Alighieri entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Dante Alighieri thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, humming a little to relieve the silence.
Dante Alighieri entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Dante Alighieri discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else. At the darkest hour Dante Alighieri found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 793rd 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 794th 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 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 a philosopher named Socrates, a lady of the Imperial Court named Murasaki Shikibu 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 an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, 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 intertwined 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 philosopher named Socrates, 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 that had never known the light of the sun. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Socrates 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, "Perhaps it's a list of names? Or a crossword puzzle that was filled in wrong."
Socrates walked away from that place.
Socrates entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Socrates entered a marble-floored spicery, accented by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of complex interlacing. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Socrates entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Socrates entered a Baroque still room, that had a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Socrates entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her 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 vast and perilous maze just on the other side of the garden wall. Socrates had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Socrates entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Socrates entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Socrates entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. And there Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth.
"And that was how it happened," Dunyazad said, ending her story.
"And that was how it happened," Geoffery Chaucer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 795th 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 796th 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 797th 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 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..." 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 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..."
This is the story that Homer told:
There was once an engmatic labyrinth that had never known the light of the sun. Dunyazad didn't know why she happened to be there. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a archaic twilit solar, containing an obelisk. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dunyazad entered a rough darbazi, containing a fountain. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Dunyazad entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a archaic fogou, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of pearl inlay. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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Dunyazad entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dunyazad entered a rough library, that had xoanon. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Dunyazad walked away from that place.
Dunyazad entered a high portico, decorated with a great many columns with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers."
Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way.
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Dunyazad entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Dunyazad entered a archaic almonry, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a archaic almonry, accented by an alcove framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dunyazad entered a wide and low atelier, accented by a glass chandelier which was lined with a repeated pattern of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dunyazad 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, "That was quite useless. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Dunyazad entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad walked away from that place.
Dunyazad entered a rough triclinium, decorated with an obelisk with a design of acanthus. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Dunyazad entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dunyazad entered a rococo cyzicene hall, containing a moasic. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dunyazad entered a primitive tetrasoon, that had a wood-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Scheherazade in the form of a story. So Dunyazad 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 the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a member of royalty named Asterion and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. 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 touching story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. Almost unable to believe it, Dunyazad found the exit.
"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 798th 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 had followed a secret path, and so he had arrived in that place. Marco Polo walked away from that place.
Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a fountain. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a fountain. 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 liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Marco Polo walked away from that place.
Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Marco Polo entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a rough tetrasoon, that had a monolith. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Marco Polo entered a ominous peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Quite unexpectedly Marco Polo reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 799th 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 had never known the light of the sun. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Socrates entered a twilit almonry, watched over by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. 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."
Socrates walked away from that place.
Socrates entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Socrates entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Socrates entered a rococo picture gallery, dominated by a sipapu framed by a pattern of chevrons. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Socrates entered a cramped and narrow colonnade, , within which was found a parquet floor. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a ominous antechamber, containing an obelisk. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Socrates entered a Churrigueresque twilit solar, watched over by an abat-son. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Socrates entered a shadowy almonry, that had a crumbling mound of earth. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Socrates entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Socrates wandered, lost in thought, 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. Socrates walked away from that place.
Socrates 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, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers."
Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Socrates entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Socrates entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a twilit fogou, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Socrates entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a 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 was quite useless. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Socrates entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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 high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Socrates walked away from that place.
Socrates entered a archaic antechamber, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Socrates entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Socrates 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 philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade 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:
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a member of royalty named Asterion and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. 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 touching story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Socrates entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Socrates 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 philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Socrates offered advice to Little Nemo 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.
Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Which was where Socrates discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 800th 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 801st 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 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..." And Little Nemo told a very intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Little Nemo said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 802nd 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. Socrates must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Socrates walked away from that place.
Socrates entered a wide and low cavaedium, 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, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers."
Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Socrates entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Socrates entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Socrates entered a Churrigueresque kiva, watched over by a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Socrates entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Socrates 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, "That was quite useless. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
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, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates walked away from that place.
Socrates entered a wide and low kiva, that had a false door. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Socrates entered a looming atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Socrates entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a queen of Persia named Scheherazade 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:
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a member of royalty named Asterion and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. 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 touching story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion said, ending his story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Socrates said, ending the story.
Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Socrates entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Socrates entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. And that was where the encounter between a philosopher named Socrates and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Socrates offered advice to Little Nemo 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.
Socrates decided to travel onwards. Socrates muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Socrates entered a twilit almonry, dominated by an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Socrates entered a marble almonry, dominated by a pair of komaninu with a design of palmettes. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. At the darkest hour Socrates reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 803rd 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. Kublai Khan was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Kublai Khan entered a marble sudatorium, dominated by an abat-son with a design of palmettes. 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. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Kublai Khan entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a shadowy cyzicene hall, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a marble atrium, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of palmettes. Kublai Khan walked away from that place.
Kublai Khan entered a luxurious spicery, watched over by a fallen column. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Kublai Khan entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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. 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 he told the following story:
Once upon a time, there was the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad, a member of royalty named Asterion and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. 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 touching story. "And that was how it happened," Asterion 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 discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Kublai Khan entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Kublai Khan entered a rough tetrasoon, that had a monolith. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Kublai Khan offered advice to Little Nemo 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.
Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Kublai Khan entered a primitive atelier, watched over by a fountain. Kublai Khan thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Kublai Khan entered a marble atrium, accented by a wood-framed mirror with a design of palmettes. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Kublai Khan entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Kublai Khan entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. And that was where the encounter between a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and a blind poet named Homer 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 Homer told a very exciting story. "So you see how that story was very like this place," Homer said, ending the story.
Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan walked away from that place.
Kublai Khan entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Kublai Khan entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan 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 Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan and an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo 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 library just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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 poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri took place. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Dante Alighieri 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 Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, 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..." And Shahryar told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Shahryar 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 discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror with a design of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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 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 an expansive zone just on the other side of the garden wall. Dunyazad had followed a secret path, and so she had arrived in that place. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dunyazad entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dunyazad entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a rococo library, decorated with divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of chevrons. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a primitive cyzicene hall, that had a semi-dome. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers."
Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a looming atelier, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of scratched markings. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dunyazad entered a twilit triclinium, , within which was found a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Dunyazad entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a neoclassic hall of doors, tastefully offset by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of guilloché. And that was where the encounter between the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a philosopher named Socrates took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Socrates 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.
Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dunyazad walked away from that place.
Dunyazad 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 the sister of Scheherazade named Dunyazad and a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges took place. Dunyazad offered advice to Jorge Luis Borges in the form of a story. So Dunyazad began, "It seems to me that this place we find ourselves reminds me of when..."
And she told the following story:
There was once an engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. 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 shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a shadowy picture gallery, accented by moki steps which was lined with a repeated pattern of carved runes. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low antechamber, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high portico, dominated by a fireplace with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco lumber room, accented by a great many columns with a design of blue stones. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
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.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque spicery, dominated by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque liwan, tastefully offset by a semi-dome with a design of winding knots. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high portico, dominated by a fireplace with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Dunyazad said, ending the story.
Dunyazad decided to travel onwards. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a luxurious hall of doors, dominated by a stone-framed mirror which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Dunyazad walked away from that place.
Dunyazad 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. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Dunyazad entered a looming picture gallery, that had a fire in a low basin. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. And there Dunyazad 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 Churrigueresque atelier, that had a cartouche with a mirror inside. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive tepidarium, that had a lararium. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer 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 English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan 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 philosopher named Socrates, 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..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story.
Geoffery Chaucer decided to travel onwards. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, 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 walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, that had a cartouche with a mirror inside. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, that had a cartouche with a mirror inside. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. And there Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Marco Polo said, ending the story.
Kublai Khan decided to travel onwards. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a shadowy terrace, decorated with a pair of komaninu with a design of carved runes. 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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way. Almost unable to believe it, Kublai Khan found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 804th 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 805th 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 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..." And Scheherazade told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 806th 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. Geoffery Chaucer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious spicery, watched over by a fallen column. 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. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. 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. Geoffery Chaucer offered advice to Little Nemo 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 muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Which was where Geoffery Chaucer discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 807th 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 had never known the light of the sun. Marco Polo didn't know why he happened to be there. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Marco Polo entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Marco Polo 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, "Maybe it's a clue to where the exit is."
Marco Polo muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened. Which was where Marco Polo discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 808th 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 809th 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. Dunyazad was lost, like so many before and after, and she had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way.
Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Dunyazad entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Dunyazad walked away from that place.
Dunyazad entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead. And there Dunyazad found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 810th 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 811th 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 812th 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 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..." 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 blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. 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 cybertextual data structure that had never known the light of the sun. Jorge Luis Borges must have gotten lost, because 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 Churrigueresque portico, dominated by xoanon with a design of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Churrigueresque portico, dominated by xoanon with a design of winding knots. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
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, sparing a passing glance at 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 child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo took place. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Little Nemo 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 Jorge Luis Borges told a very exciting 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 wandered, lost in thought, 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 walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. 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. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu 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 engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic tetrasoon, accented by a cartouche with a mirror inside framed by a pattern of pearl inlay. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
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, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming library, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Geoffery Chaucer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled picture gallery, tastefully offset by an exedra which was lined with a repeated pattern of taijitu. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a wide and low lumber room, that had a great many columns. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a ominous tetrasoon, decorated with a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque atelier, watched over by moki steps. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive atelier, accented by xoanon 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque rotunda, watched over by a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. 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 muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a primitive triclinium, tastefully offset by many solomonic columns which was lined with a repeated pattern of red gems. Geoffery Chaucer thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic hall of mirrors, watched over by divans lining the perimeter. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble twilit solar, tastefully offset by a fallen column with a design of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
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 Baroque rotunda, watched over by a standing stone inlayed with gold and. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out. At the darkest hour Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
"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 wandered, lost in thought, 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 walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. 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. Almost unable to believe it, Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth.
"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 813th 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. Jorge Luis Borges was lost, like so many before and after, and he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. 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 rococo hall of doors, that had a moasic. Jorge Luis Borges discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble atrium, accented by a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of palmettes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
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 walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a neoclassic almonry, accented by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of guilloché. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a fountain. Jorge Luis Borges felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found a wood-framed mirror. Jorge Luis Borges muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble sudatorium, dominated by an abat-son with a design of palmettes. And that was where the encounter between a blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan 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:
Once upon a time, there was a philosopher named Socrates, 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..." And Scheherazade told a very symbolic story. "And that was how it happened," Scheherazade said, ending her story.
"So you see how that story was very like this place," Kublai Khan said, ending the story.
Jorge Luis Borges decided to travel onwards. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, 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 walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son 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 primitive colonnade, , within which was found divans lining the perimeter. Jorge Luis Borges thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-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 Baroque cyzicene hall, , within which was found a fountain. 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 shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Jorge Luis Borges wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a wide and low kiva, that had a false door. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble sudatorium, dominated by an abat-son with a design of palmettes. 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. Jorge Luis Borges offered advice to Murasaki Shikibu 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 engmatic labyrinth just on the other side of the garden wall. Geoffery Chaucer wasn't quite sure where this was, only that he had come to that place, as we all eventually must. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a looming hedge maze, , within which was found a beautiful fresco. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, watched over by xoanon. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow cryptoporticus, containing a sipapu. 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.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque tablinum, dominated by a curved staircase framed by a pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious kiva, dominated by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of arabseque. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a Baroque peristyle, dominated by a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Geoffery Chaucer 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu. Maybe it's in a language I don't know."
Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow fogou, watched over by a monolith. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Quite unexpectedly Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
"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 wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a brick-walled cavaedium, watched over by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor. Jorge Luis Borges walked away from that place.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found divans lining the perimeter. Jorge Luis Borges opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Jorge Luis Borges entered a marble tepidarium, containing 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 Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. 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 luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Jorge Luis Borges felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror. Quite unexpectedly Jorge Luis Borges reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 814th 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 815th 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 816th 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 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..." 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 a Khagan of the Ikh Mongol Uls named Kublai Khan, a poet exiled from Florence named Dante Alighieri and an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer. Dante Alighieri suggested that he should tell a story, because it was Alex's birthday. So he began, "It is related, O august king, that..." And Dante Alighieri told a very convoluted story. "And that was how it happened," Dante Alighieri said, ending his story.
"And that was how it happened," Homer said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 817th 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. Kublai Khan must have spoken the unutterable word, because he had arrived in that place. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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 thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way.
Kublai Khan entered a twilit fogou, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else.
Kublai Khan entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Kublai Khan walked away from that place.
Kublai Khan entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Kublai Khan entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a Baroque spicery, tastefully offset by a pair of komaninu with a design of buta motifs. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Kublai Khan walked away from that place.
Kublai Khan entered a Baroque terrace, , within which was found a cartouche with a mirror inside. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead.
Kublai Khan entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Kublai Khan muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened.
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.
Kublai Khan entered a rough tetrasoon, that had a monolith. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought, sparing a passing glance at a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Kublai Khan walked away from that place. Which was where Kublai Khan discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 818th 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 819th 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 instructive story. Thus Scheherazade ended her 820th 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 king of Persia named Shahryar and a philosopher named Socrates. 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 an explorer of Venice named Marco Polo, an English poet named Geoffery Chaucer and a philosopher named Socrates. 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 cybertextual data structure, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Kublai Khan was almost certain about why he happened to be there. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Kublai Khan entered a looming tetrasoon, , within which was found a lararium. 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 ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor 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 ominous cavaedium, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of wooden carvings. Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out.
Kublai Khan entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Kublai Khan chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a wide and low cavaedium, watched over by a curved staircase. Kublai Khan walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Kublai Khan entered a rococo 사랑방, containing a trompe-l'oeil fresco. 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 felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Kublai Khan entered a high hall of doors, that had a beautiful fresco. 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. I hope that it's not important, because I can't read it."
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 looming colonnade, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of scratched markings. 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 picture gallery, accented by a gilt-framed mirror 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 rough library, that had xoanon. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought.
Kublai Khan entered a ominous antechamber, decorated with a wood-framed mirror 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 Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Kublai Khan opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Kublai Khan entered a twilit tetrasoon, accented by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of imbrication. 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 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 spicery, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a looming colonnade, tastefully offset by an alcove framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Kublai Khan wandered, lost in thought.
Kublai Khan 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, "It is as confusing as this maze. I hope that it's not important, because I can't read it."
Kublai Khan felt sure that this must be the way out.
Kublai Khan entered a Churrigueresque peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. 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 peristyle, tastefully offset by divans lining the perimeter framed by a pattern of winding knots. Kublai Khan discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, 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 opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Kublai Khan entered a archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Kublai Khan felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Kublai Khan entered a neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic framed by a pattern of guilloché. 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 neoclassic tepidarium, decorated with a moasic 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu, 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. Which was where Kublai Khan discovered the way out.
"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 821st 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. 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 twilit fogou, decorated with a koi pond which was lined with a repeated pattern of imbrication. 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 Churrigueresque spicery, dominated 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 Baroque tepidarium, decorated with an empty cartouche which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo walked away from that place.
Marco Polo entered a art deco rotunda, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of blue stones. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a primitive portico, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil carved into the wall with a design of red gems. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Marco Polo entered a cramped and narrow sudatorium, that had a fireplace. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a looming library, that had many solomonic columns. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Marco Polo entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. 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 archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a brick-walled tablinum, accented by a fireplace with a design of taijitu. Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Marco Polo entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found divans lining the perimeter. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found divans lining the perimeter. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a marble-floored darbazi, decorated with a semi-dome with a design of complex interlacing. Marco Polo opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a ominous 사랑방, watched over by a fallen column. Marco Polo felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Marco Polo entered a archaic almonry, , within which was found 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 was quite useless. I hope that it's not important, because I can't read it."
Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought.
Marco Polo entered a shadowy liwan, tastefully offset by a quatrefoil inscribed in the ground framed by a pattern of carved runes. Marco Polo walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought.
Marco Polo entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Marco Polo walked away from that place, 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 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 luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. 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 archaic tetrasoon, tastefully offset by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of pearl inlay. 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 atrium, decorated with a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of scratched markings. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a high picture gallery, watched over by a glass-framed mirror. Marco Polo wandered, lost in thought.
Marco Polo entered a wide and low cavaedium, 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. I hope that it's not important, because I can't read it."
Marco Polo felt sure that this must be the way out.
Marco Polo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a ominous 사랑방, dominated by a labyrinth pattern inscribed on the floor with a design of wooden carvings. Marco Polo discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Marco Polo entered a marble atrium, watched over by a great many columns. 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 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, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Marco Polo entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , 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, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu, or maybe it was written upside down."
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 peristyle, that had a large fresco of a garden with two paths dividing. Marco Polo thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Marco Polo discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 822nd 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. Socrates couldn't quite say how he was wandering there. Socrates wandered, lost in thought.
Socrates entered a rococo triclinium, , within which was found a pair of komaninu. Socrates walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Socrates entered a wide and low portico, watched over by an abat-son. Socrates opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Socrates entered a wide and low kiva, that had a false door. Socrates felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Socrates entered a archaic still room, containing a beautiful fresco. Socrates felt sure that this must be the way out.
Socrates entered a high terrace, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Socrates chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Socrates entered a marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Socrates discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Socrates entered a Churrigueresque cryptoporticus, , 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, "Somehow, it reminds me of tigers."
Socrates thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror. Almost unable to believe it, Socrates found the exit.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 823rd 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 824th 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 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 exciting story. "And that was how it happened," Jorge Luis Borges said, ending his story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 825th 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. Homer must have gotten lost, because he was wandering there. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. 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 cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Homer entered a Baroque twilit solar, tastefully offset by a gargoyle which was lined with a repeated pattern of buta motifs. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a wide and low portico, 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 high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design 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."
Homer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a high triclinium, accented by a pair of komaninu with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Homer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Homer entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Homer muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Homer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Homer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Homer entered a rococo tablinum, that had a great many columns. Homer wandered, lost in thought.
Homer 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, "It is as confusing as this maze. I hope that it's not important, because I can't read it."
Homer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Homer entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Homer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. At the darkest hour Homer discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 826th 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, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought.
Dunyazad entered a high arborium, decorated with xoanon with a design of a dizzying spiral pattern. Dunyazad walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Dunyazad entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a wide and low liwan, dominated by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of egg-and-dart. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dunyazad entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a pattern of three hares. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Dunyazad entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Dunyazad entered a marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. 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 rococo hall of doors, that had a moasic. 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. I hope that it's not important, because I can't read it."
Dunyazad felt sure that this must be the way out.
Dunyazad entered a art deco rotunda, accented by a standing stone inlayed with gold and framed by a pattern of blue stones. Dunyazad chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Dunyazad entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a rough library, decorated with a curved staircase framed by a pattern of acanthus. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dunyazad entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Dunyazad entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu, or maybe it was written upside down."
Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Which was where Dunyazad discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 827th 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 828th 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 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 intertwined story. "And that was how it happened," Murasaki Shikibu said, ending her story.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 829th 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 that was a map of itself. Dunyazad couldn't quite say how she was wandering there. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Dunyazad 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 she opened it and read the following page:
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"Well," she said, "I have an unsettling feeling of déjà vu, or maybe it was written upside down."
Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Dunyazad entered a shadowy cyzicene hall, , within which was found many solomonic columns. Dunyazad thought that this direction looked promising, and went that way, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a high terrace, watched over by a trompe-l'oeil fresco. Dunyazad discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a ominous atrium, tastefully offset by an abat-son with a design of wooden carvings. Dunyazad wandered, lost in thought.
Dunyazad entered a Churrigueresque hedge maze, that had a false door. Dunyazad walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Dunyazad entered a brick-walled kiva, watched over by a monolith. Dunyazad opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Dunyazad entered a luxurious portico, tastefully offset by a parquet floor which was lined with a repeated pattern of arabseque. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dunyazad entered a primitive peristyle, decorated with a trompe-l'oeil fresco with a design of red gems. Dunyazad muttered, "North, this way is probably north!" as the door opened, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. And there Dunyazad discovered the way out.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 830th 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. Geoffery Chaucer was almost certain about why he happened to be there. 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. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a art deco atelier, containing a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer opened a door, not feeling quite sure where it lead, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. Geoffery Chaucer felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a cramped and narrow terrace, tastefully offset by a beautiful fresco framed by a 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 marble hall of mirrors, accented by a false door framed by a pattern of palmettes. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a luxurious cryptoporticus, containing an alcove. 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 marble tepidarium, containing a sipapu. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, 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. 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, or maybe it was written upside down."
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 still room, that had 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 Baroque still room, that had a gilt-framed mirror. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a marble darbazi, , within which was found a fireplace. Geoffery Chaucer felt sure that this must be the way out.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a archaic colonnade, that had an exedra. Geoffery Chaucer chose an exit at random and walked that way, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer discovered that one of the doors lead somewhere else, passing a reflection in a mirror.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a high fogou, containing a fallen column. Geoffery Chaucer wandered, lost in thought.
Geoffery Chaucer entered a brick-walled atelier, containing a curved staircase. Geoffery Chaucer walked away from that place, not knowing that it was indeed the wrong way. Almost unable to believe it, Geoffery Chaucer reached the end of the labyrinth.
Thus Scheherazade ended her 831st 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 832nd 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 blind librarian named Jorge Luis Borges and a child trying to go to Slumberland named Little Nemo. 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, the place that can sometimes be glimpsed through mirrors. Dunyazad had followed a secret path, and so she had arrived in that place. Dunyazad felt a bit dizzy at the confusion of doors.
Dunyazad entered a primitive colonnade, , within which was found a quatrefoil carved into the wall. There was a book here, and she opened it and read the following page:
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