The more of minutes were ticking away one by one, the darker the hallways became.
But our cheerful fellow wasn't disturbed by all this sinister atmosphere. Humming a gentle song, he kept his way forward, using a bunch of bright glowing sparkles that spin around his silky hair as a modest source of light to see the right path.
More of quiet soft steps and, eventually, Deinelius pushed the tall metal door that meet him in the end of the hallway.
‘‘You see,’‘ he murmured under his breath, smiling. ‘‘This place is not endless after all. I knew they would let us in sometime, they clearly made a trap for us in there... ah, so what? There is nothing that you and me can’t handle together! Now let’s go. Let’s get this done.’’
Then he entered the Basement of the Dramatic Office.
Fragments, thousands of fragments. Changing every now and then, twisting, spinning around chaotically, making the air to buzz as they collected themselves into a whole single picture, another one new old scene that never lasted for too long. Deinelius broke it over and over again, forced it to return back to the fragments, so the circle would start its way again yet from a very different angle of view. He watched as the fragments fused with eath other, to turn into a very new illusion. This time it looked very pleasant to the eye.
The fellow didn’t smile anymore. After hours, days or even longer (since the time clearly stopped in this place), after spending a lot of energy on erasing all these disturbing visions popping up in the Basement for the sake of not letting him to move forward anymore, after all these odds, he couldn't help but started to feel troubled.
What if I will never manage to reach out to her?
''No,'' he told to himself. ''We can't just give up. Not in the middle of the way.''
Was it even the middle of it? Cornelius couldn’t tell at all, nor could Deimos. All what they knew in that moment is that they must stay connected together and keep moving forward, keep replacing the horrible pictures with beautiful illusions.
But wait. Are we really obligated to continue doing this?
Deinelius stopped, gasping as realisation hit him. The answer was so simple! How could he let himself to have fun and end up trapped here, if he could just pass through the scene?
Without thinking much, he became ghostly, closed his eyes and hurried to float through the illusions. The whole place instantly changed, back to the way it used to look; just a gloomy hallway with the walls that were made of dark marble.
He pushed the first real door on his way and entered one of the rooms, the correct one.
‘’ℐ𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒.’’
Her presence was clear, very close, quite overwhelming for a certain part of his. He landed on the ground and forced himself to step closer. She was watching.
‘‘Nonsense,’‘ he said quietly. ‘‘It’s never too late. There is always a chance, for everyone! All what they need to do is just try and take it!’‘
'’We know what you did, we figured the truth. Grandpa did His best to protect everyone, but ...wiping out a part of our history and forcing everyone just forget about your existence was wrong! He could explain to everyone that you didn’t truly mean harm, he could ask the others to help, he wasn’t the only one in power- not like I am making excuses for you; traumatizing people is never okay! I just believe that locking up and abandoning you for fifty thousand years was one of His biggest mistakes. I— I want you to come with us! Please! We can help you!’’
There was a long moment of silence.
‘‘Please, think about it! We really can work it out! If you just come with us— w-what are you doing?!’‘
Frozen in shock, Deinelius stared at the tall sinister woman who suddenly appeared next to the golden cage in the room’s corner. She unlocked it and instantly was pushed by a terrible grotesque being crawling out of Its cage.
