Once up on a time there was a young woman sitting in white. -

In her hand she had a beautiful clear round crystal.

She was observing it in deep contemplation;

There was nothing, just her and the beautiful, transparent crystal.

The door was shut. Yes, there was a door.

As her eyes touched its wooden surface

far away memories of the world beyond it

entered the horizon like slow moving clouds,

almost like a dream.

She closed the door. “What are these?”

she asked the crystal loud.

“What are these strange pictures?”

“And what are all these hustling noises trying to say to me?”

Silence.

“What do you see?”

the beautiful crystal asked back after a while

without making a sound.

“I see a room” the young woman whispered,

making a strong effort to bring the pictures back to her mind.

“I see a room with chairs.-

It is full of young people. They are journalists,

that’s what the badge which they are wearing says.

It is hot. some of them have little machines.”

“What else?” the curious crystal wanted to know.

“They are waiting for something. Look! Someone is entering the room.

He starts to speak! I can hardly understand him. He is pointing at a board

which is full of signs which seem so strange to me.”

“Now they leave. The room is empty.”

Black.

“I hear noises. Loud noises” she went on with pain in her face.

“Endless loud chaotic noises”.

Black.

Silence.

She woke up with a shock. “What was this?”

The young woman looked at her hands.

The crystal was still there.

She looked around. All white.

Had she just dreamed? She wasn’t sure.

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