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“In the dim dawn they came upon the village which Kuranes

had seen alive in his childhood, and asleep or dead in his dreams.

It was alive now, and early villagers courtesied as the horsemen clattered down the street

and turned off into the lane that ends in the abyss of dream.

Kuranes had previously entered that abyss only at night,

and wondered what it would look like by day;

so he watched anxiously as the column approached its brink.

Just as they galloped up the rising ground to the precipice a golden glare

came somewhere out of the east and hid all the landscape in its effulgent draperies.

The abyss was now a seething chaos of roseate and cerulean splendour,

and invisible voices sang exultantly as the knightly entourage plunged over the edge

and floated gracefully down past glittering clouds and silvery coruscations.

Endlessly down the horsemen floated, their chargers pawing the aether as if galloping over golden sands,

and then the luminous vapours spread apart to reveal a greater brightness,

the brightness of the city Celephaïs.”

(H.P.Lovecraft “Celephaïs”)