abraxas
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By the terms of my parole for life I am compelled to make a pilgrimage and walk the maze of the Urbanopolis to find my chamber every 7 years..
Plate 1:
On this visit the complex did not look correct- I checked to see if it were real. It wasn't. It was best this way.
Plate 2:
Things became more familiar as I approached the entry channel. Once past this point there was no turning back.
Plate 3:
The shredding wall felt thick of sickening grease from the sweaty hands of other criminals who had backed along it for the millennia previous.
Plate 4:
The appearance of an opportunity to escape near the cell of my caste was a deadly illusion.
Plate 5:
I looked back at the soft, dull light after climbing down into the chamber.
Plate 6:
And turned to my corner to remain motionless and silent for 3 days and nights.