The cavern expands as if it were some natural ballroom, as if so at home in the black, the blessed spirits have their nightly dance.
In the cavern expands a great and still pool, and within it I dream a sleeping water dragon, the kind of myth and legend.
In the lamplight, in the white-gold rays, the roof of the cavern is as the mouth of some friendly blue whale, keeping us safe in her jaws.
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