In the lower level of platform hall within marble house, vivid images of herself ran into flying, a few feet from below the floor, body tense and straightened tight, breath held up to the throat.

 

A spacious platform hall, theme of velvet white, she heard men's talking, arguing following up vaguely from the near side, getting clearer as she flew close up. And a white piano, as she realized while hearing the melody altogether with men's vague talking, she landed facing the piano. Still a good distance away. Someone'd already taken it. Someone she couldn't see but felt the presence, presence of the hall taken apart by men who weren't there for what they should had been there for, she thought.

 

She decided to give it a try. As she walked closer, voices faded away. Freeze she could feel in her bare feet caught her attention, she looked into the floor, into herself suddenly as if been dragged into a seemingly different world, the hall upside down in another world, where nothing could be heard.

 

Nothing close to what she wanted. Eyes closed, back to the former place. She wondered whether this place was turned into a different one along with the other she had just been to. All men had disappeared. Hall vacuous and quiet. She recognized the paniting up above the fireplace, behind several lightened candles: surrounding the desk that was same as the one not far beside her in the hall, seven men gathered together, with gestures holding high, two were pointing at each other, looked like they were arguing about something intensely. No movement, or sounding. They had chosen to transform into another painting of theirs somewhere in this world, or into the painting in the upside-down world she had just been to, maybe she thought.

 

She wondered for a while, wandered around the place. The piano, she had longed for so long. Now she could have it. But she was afraid what she was about to play might wake something up.

 

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