Why did he have to go in there? You don't go into burning houses. He should have known better.

The faint glow escaped my fingers and began to spark brightly and spirit me away. Unlocking alien memories of spiralling towers, endless deserts, and impossible geometry.

The statues were praying – gazing into the dark domed ceiling.

I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.

Optimism is a most hopeless feeling, but I must retain it.