The catacombs were, in reality, the cellars, or basements, of the palace - I was a little disappointed, in truth, not to see mummified priests, or poignant frescoes - but when we slipped past the siren who gave us our tickets, we entered a disquieting enough space -
The air was damp, almost icy - the mid day sunshine of the Peristyle was replaced by a dim sad light - vaulted ceilings glistened high above our heads - galleries led off to immense underground halls - we wandered between massive columns of smooth stone - one half flooded hall reminded me of a scene from Stalker - I expected to see a hollow eyed man, splashing, very carefully, through the water - I lost all track of time -
Flood lights illuminated some sections of the passages - I wondered what it would be like, to be here alone in the dark -
Even though I knew the gewgaw stalls were outside, in the bright sunlight, I could feel chill fingers, stroking my face -
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