Les genoux d'abeille

Silent black cylindrical sentinels confectioned from finest linseed guard the entrance to each of the sleeping chambers.


The floor is lightly polished to a dull sheen that reflects a cold luminescence from the late November afternoon sunlight. Apparently random numbers are inscribed in script on each threshold.

The Architect removes his shoes and walks barefoot across the floor. Vessels containing glues and potions are piled high in anticipation.