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מדורי במה








פרולוג לסיפור פוטנציאלי שאולי אכתוב בעתיד.



It was all the same.
The same colors, faded, dark - all was designed to make that
illusion.
The same corridors, lined up in some form that you can only
imagine as an enormous maze, leading to the unknown.
The same sounds, empty, almost too silent.
A voice of a far footstep which may have been heard at the
distance.
The same presence - Three men were walking down those black
corridors.
The man in the middle did not seem to fit to this kind of
atmosphere. His face still looked bright, not grim as the
others looked.
For some reason, this man looked, probably as he was, new at
this place.
The man wore a label captioned nothing but acronyms: CE.
He did so to be identified by his colleagues.

A few minutes have passed. The surroundings began looking
much more blurred. The two men led CE down another corridor.
Some people, looking exactly like the other two men, walked
right pass them. Their face has not expressed any emotion.
The three men turned right to a small narrow lobby, also
dark and cold as the rest of the complex. At the end of the
lobby, there was a colossal gate - maybe 12 feet high. Two
bronze vulture statues were stationed at every side of the
gate.
One of the men reached out for the handle and opened the
door. Due to its scale and weight, the door moved slowly at
its path. The time seemed to run much slower over all.
A great chamber has been revealed. This one was dark, much
more than the corridors. CE was attempting to find a source
of light. Soon he looked forward, and saw at a distance a
white glowing light.
After some moments of wandering towards the light, CE found
out that he wasn't being followed anymore. Then he reached
for the light.
On the floor, maple wood paneling as it seems, was a black
leather lounge. In front of the lounge was a wood table,
colored black.
CE sat on the lounge. A figure sat behind the table handed
out a brown folder to CE. It was evident that the folder was
an antique, maybe even forty years old. It must have been
carried many times, which gave it its wrinkled look.
CE glanced at the folder. On the folder, a note was written
with glossy black ink. It said: "Handle with care".

The figure behind the table now emerged out of the darkness.
It was reaching with its hand toward CE. The figure was a
middle-aged man going bald, wearing numerous colorful tags,
over a navy-blue uniform. His hair was thin and light-gray.
"Can't give your Commander a handshake?" The Commander
asked. His voice was deep and rough. His skin, as well as
his hand, was full of marks - particularly the left side of
his face. CE assumed that all of these were old injury
marks.
He got up from the lounge.
CE and the Commander shook hands freely. The Commanders'
grip was stiff, yet relaxed. CE noticed that the bruises on
the Commanders' hand were felt badly.
After a nerve-racking silence, CE decided to leave, and sent
his regards to the Commander, now sitting back at the
darkness of the chamber.
"You take good care of it", said the Commander, seriously.
"I will", responded CE, still excited from the experience.
Then CE left the chamber. All of a sudden, he felt strange.

The time stood still beside him.
Nothing has happened.
No sound. No sight.
From this moment, time began to run faster; the chamber and
the corridors vanished; reality was looking different,
glowing; all elements seemed to merge.
Lighter than the air, CE felt like floating down an abyss.

And at the same moment -
It ended, just the way it had started.







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הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.
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בבמה מאז 20/5/06 14:28
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אין הנהלת האתר אחראית לכל נזק העלול להגרם כתוצאה מחשיפה לתכנים אלו.
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