r we there yet :/

I’m here again.

You too?

The base of the mountain opens up into a gorge, with beautiful marble lining on which nymphs and fairies dance running up either side of the doors contained just out of lights reach. Not that they need natural light to display their beauty, I argue that the dim glow of the torchlight illuminating the horror stricken faces of stone is what sets the atmosphere.

I must pass them and pay homage to their struggles, for how else am I to enjoy the masquerade? 

You didn’t know about the masquerade?

Within the mountain is contained a long since lost to time masquerade theatre. this society operates around it. Everyone around these parts either wants to attend it or play a part. Why do you think we live outside of the mountain and the actors live inside? 

The actors from the masquerade troupe? 

Wait if you didn’t know about the masquerade, why are you here?

I’m here because I knew.