The several following weeks she spent walking in the great halls
of the Museum; the name was proper enough for such a colossal
collection. She guessed who could establish such a place and why it
is long forgotten and never visited. The only unlit room was
'Animals' section. The number of sections was infinite, as it seemed.
Dozens of other life examples, of classes she never thought about,
filled other sections. 'Knowledge' section possessed the treasure of
wisdom she would never suspect to exist. Temptation to sit and study
all of this was overwhelming; the absence of time here was assuring
there will be no dire results of such studies.
11. The Museum
But everything more or less valuable was hidden under a bluish
glowing mist, covering showcases. She threw a small stone at one
of such fields and the small piece evaporated with a glare.
The hall that really attracted her was labeled 'Cults'. She
entered it with awe; millions of gods looked at her from many altars
and sacred things, placed in strict order. There were no dust here
and all the images seemed to be alive. She never suspected the
Universe could comprise so many deities. Indeed the amount of unknown
was growing with the amount of knowledge. She felt as if she was
inside all the times and ages of all the worlds.
Gods looked at her; she heard distant voices and sounds,
emanating from the images. Only once she saw a known altar. It
belonged to Zartin, the god of Dragons, fierce, glorious, covered
with perl-like scale. He was so realistic she studied the image for
many minutes. His blazing eyes met hers; she kept her stare and the
world around began to move and melt.
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