I stopped to see them following the line of the terrain starting at the bottom. It moving a complex figure, a feminine silhouette graced with curly hairs that wrapped different objects: first, a box with sculpted flowers and thorns protecting it, the second a book with covers that seemed of crystal, and in third place a kind of key steel white or complex tool in its morphology, with a termination like a mystical bird. Take a look at the small details, and note that the silence was penetrating throughout the neighborhood .
My eyes made a panoramic shooting perceiving that the houses had their lights off and the doors glowed even more. In that second in my head a voice told me to investigate, I put the key in the lock turn your latch and pull. What a surprise! Light blinking my door, sharp, it almost hurts the view, a world of unreal beings blue was flowing through a narrow street, with buildings similar to old gothic buildings, the colorful characters passed by without even notice my presence. As if it were part of the architecture. Do those steps I gave, I mobilized to want to investigate that would have in the other doors? and to know that happened with the rest of the people of this city during the night, it was only a minute. Before this pause continue my tour is certainly mysterious, I stopped in front of a stained glass window and I could notout of wonder to see in it, a small machine that showed my day as a book in third dimensions to the sale.