The vision was sharper than the last time. He could see that it was moving, but without a body. He thought it was the obsidian piece, and knowing it spoke, Aaron tried to communicate with it. To no avail.
It was heading for a cave with an entrance big enough for a plane to get through. It was two seconds after the sight of this horizontal pit that Obsidienne entered, Aaron peering through in his sleep. Quite a labyrinth, every hundred meters or so, three to five possible routes, some of them simple dead-ends, others leading into greater depths, some of them twisting in circles. What better way to get lost, thought the young man.
After a good three hours, Obsidienne came to a stop at the exit of a tunnel that was longer than any of the previous ones. The hole was perhaps two, even three kilometers long, with irregularities as great as the movements of a person having a stroke. There were metre-long spikes protruding from the wall lining the subterranean cliff that looked as if they were begging for a being to impale itself on them.
The coin dropped into this hole, showing that the hole was a hundred meters deep.
A door appeared in front of Aaron, at least five meters high, three meters wide and made of steel. Patterns were all over the surface and the frame was gold. The carvings looked Asian. As it went on, everything became blurred again, but the world the boy imagined on top of what he had seen became sharper and sharper. The mullion is so tiny that you can't see through it. Everything went black...