Mermaids’ Hideout

While mister Phillipe’s brain was processing MORE DATA to be able to see MORE INFORMATIONS, in order to catch again the present time, images from his recent past kept popping up in front of his eyes. A chill came down his spin as a picture was projected on the screen of his mind. Gigantic doors, the bizarre impression of an unknowable geometry; passageways leading inside that looked like going outside. A true mind maze. He was searching for someone, and knew that great dangers were awaiting his in this place where no human should be. He heard a muffled voice. Someone was here. Could it be the one he was looking for? Despite the fear, he spoke aloud: — My dear Cantilena? Are you here? — Yes, my beloved. Come to me now! Reassured, he made a step toward the golden light. A smile began to enlight his face. But soon, it was replaced by a wince of fear as many voices was replying: — Come to me now, my beloved. He knew then he was doomed. He just put a foot in the mermaids nest…