DYMALIN

There was a flash of light,sparks-green, blue,gold writhing in the still air as the naked wire fell from his hands.....onto carpeted floor.
He shut his eyes ,darting specks of the remnants of harsh light in the green- brown blackness of his shut eyes.He slowly opened them ,one at a time.
"where the heck am I?" he exclaimed.
He'd heard Blind Man once say,"When in doubt as to what u see, blink twice rapidly and you shall perceive".He always listened to the Blind Man.So he blinked twice in quick succession. By the blasted sixth sense of the Blind Man.!.What he saw nothing but the same ...
It was odd.Not my home at all, he thought ,no , not at all.
Yet it seemed like he belonged there.It was like an architectural ecstasy, that could not be defined.He seemed to be standing on higher ground ..yet it seemed to rise as it went away from him ..not a wave....no, definitely not.
The whole corridor had walls like ..like the walls of a cave of rock crystals.. Only the floor was carpeted so it had to be made like that, it wasnt natural.He took a few steps forward ,he wanted to see more , know more about this place he suddenly found himself in.
It was all so intriguing, a welcome change from the drab square world that he lived in.But what was it? This place ,it seemed neither ancient nor modern nor from any documented era he knew of.It seemed to be of its own will carved from its own mind, a figment of soemone's imagination.His?
well, it certainly did not seem like he was dreaming.Where were the lights? The corridor was lit up like Mysore palace but not a fixture to be seen.Terribly odd.
So, was this a Mulligan's Mulch from an Ayn Rand fantasy of the hoarding of genius away from the looters of the world, or an accidental alternate existence he chanced upon?Maybe the answers are further down the hallway.
Well, one way to find out. The magic word -"explore".