Invitedа Toа Secretа Vaults

ааааааааа Whirlwinds are blowing strongly, dust, dusk and little drops of drizzle are promising you downpour; bringing you uncomfortableness and giving you a desire to hide somewhere...а See the door open, light inside?а Come in, you're invited!а Strange plaque on the door:а January, 9th.а What can it be?а Step in, surprised.а Long cave as a tunnel leading into dark unknowingness, lightened with tapers.а Pleasant underground smell of dampness and wax.а Numbers drawn on the wall:а 1, 2, 3....а You can't see all of them because far ahead the tunnel turns.а Almost all tapers under first three numbers are already molten. Wild messy walls, some toys and diapers.а Weird place...а Where weak sparks are still alive you can hardly recognize some pale pictures on the wall. Pictures of fidgety kids running, smiling... A notebook with clumsy lines of awkward letters.... Colorful books.а Look at this! A poem! The ink is almost gone and language is unknown but it is a poem! аааааааа

ааааааааа You keep walking. Number 7.а First big turn.а Walls and floor are much cleaner, pictures clearer:а school desks, teachers.а On the other side - rope, hoop, ball, clubs and ribbon...а Art gymnastics? Yeah, pictures tell about this!а Some more poems.а Next 5 numbers nothing really changes.а But you can feel increasing maturity of what you see.а More people.а After each number they are older. Some of them come and go, other stay.а See, you come across the books more often!аа You can see they are read.а By whom?а Intrigued, perplexed you keep treading further.а You can feel the solution ahead.а And you never noticed before those sounds!а As if they work when you step on certain spots on the floor.а Some of them are pieces of conversations. Quiet music. Amid 11 and 12 some funny clay dolls. Santa Claus, smiling dinosaur, house.а Take the roof off, look inside!а Pretty!

ааааааааа Next big turn.а No more ropes and balls. Music varies from tango and waltz to hot latino themes. Dancing shoes.а Not for long.а Number 13.а Something changes. You don't like this part.а And you want to pass it as fast as you can!а

Fortunately, it turns again.а Music changed!а First of all you notice it.а Now it is rock music.а Pages fromа the same notebook all filled with small handwriting.а With poems and short stories. And the other notebook.а With dates in front of each long paragraph.а Diary!а It began where number 13 was.а And dates say it is kept every day.а But you can't read it!а Because of the language.а And walls are much more clean!а Everything's in random order but you feel comfort and joy.а You have no idea what's going to be next but you enjoy it!а All the pictures are colorful and bright!а A lot of different books, very often.а Further the wall is left natural without polishing.а And every crack is white because of the chalk. Harness is lying near carbines and ropes. Someone used to spend a lot of time here climbing!

ааааааааа Impatient, you walk faster.а You just notice that the atmosphere changed reminds you the beginning of the 20th century. Books of prose and verses, philosophy and modernism.а This spirit! Those colors!а And you understand it!а The striving to be the best you can be! Looking for the sense of being.а Looking everywhere around.а In stories read and written, in dreams had, in nature seen, in pictures taken, in people met...а Then, between 16 and 17 that is in the darkness the whirl takes you up and when you having landed look around, you see that everything has changed. And all the writings are in English now. Walked a few steps you see the girl.а You don't talk to her.а You're just watching her.а She is busy.а She lights the candles, hangs the pictures on the walls, blows the dust away, cleans the floor, tries to make everything bright and perfect.а Having noticed you, she smiles:

"Hello, how are you?а Do you like it here?а I knew you were going to come so I'd left the door open.а I don't let everybody come in.а And I never exhibit all my stuff.а Some things are too personal.а But I try to make this as good as possible.а Not because I always expect sudden guests.а Just because I am here to improve myself, my skills, understanding...а And because I can feel this shining inside myself that makes me live the fulfilled life!а I can only guess what is ahead because I can't light the candles faster but I think the future depends on me and people around me... I think, you, dear guest, among those people if you are here.а I just want to stay on my way to the highest summits of perfection.а Though the way is hard and the aim is unreachable. What do you think?а