There is a complex whose pools are covered in twilight and mister warp waits on the reflections, eternally disjointed yet never lost. Where strangers who are both man and woman watch the sun set and the darkness vanish the world. I watched as a man fell down an elevator shaft into dark waters. A place where bubbles never floated back up and hands dragged any beneath. To where I cannot say. There may have been light beneath the waves. Above the shaft there was a doorway and if I could journey further into it I would be certain I would find a couple whose destiny lay in always stabbing one another to death without end. Whose master was a black cat that was sometimes white that changed the walls into olden tombs. Pyramids in the light.