Duality of Light 2

They sat down in front of the 3 screens on the bench the 3 women had vacated. The images on the screens were almost identical. Mountain tops enveloped in slow moving clouds. They knew at once the clouds were moving, from the experience of the tree.

I'm sure, said Pliny's mum, that when I turned around earlier I saw a bright red flower on one of these screens. One by one the images changed. Snow covered mountains, and in the foreground, frozen images of a woman covered head to toe in a fine white veil. Through a series of stills the veil changed shape in the wind, mirroring the folds of snow on the far off mountains. In the last, the woman had turned to reveal her face. She wore the expression of someone hearing a gunshot. Then, the brilliant red poppies in closeup. There they are! said Pliny's mum.

They took the lift up to the next level. Here were 2 white pedestals next to a doorway. Take a bowl and enter, said a sign on the wall. Someone, it appeared, already had, so they sat down to wait. By the laughter escaping from the doorway they guessed it was the Japanese party. After some time the Japanese party came out, apologised and replaced the bowls.

Pliny and her mum went in, carrying the white bowls. The room was dark except for 4 bowl-sized pools of light on the floor, projected from overhead. If you held your bowl under a light it filled with luminescent moving images of microscopic marine life and telescopic astronomical imagery in brilliant kaleidoscopic colours. If you tilted the bowl the glowing images spilled out over your hands and arms. It was amazing. transporting, delightful.

They should have left, after that. Instead they went back to the tunnel.