But I was not going to sit there and just be told what the little bell felt, so I embarked myself into the quest of finding this little bell and after some demanding search of this relic I came to find myself in what seemed to be the ruins of a temple of some kind, I came to this conclusion because of the Rose windows in the fazade they had an intricate design that seemed to be borrowed from a chapel probably from France, judging from the octagonal shapes of them and all the different hues of blue and red that were used and how they were arranged in a visual spectacle that created a immense picture of a holly figure whose face became faded as time passed by
Within those ruins there laid the bell completely eradicated from vision, it just sat there forgotten. Forgotten by the civilization that formed it. It had worn-out thru time getting old and rusty but on no account having altered its silhouette constantly kee!.
ping the aesthetics that had characterized it before, hidden within those ruins there laid the bell. I came to notice it because of a slight buzzing sound almost imperceptible, it came from the little bell, I've might have never noticed the bell, if it wasn't from that peculiar sound. As I looked at the bell, I remembered the reason for wish I had come. I wanted to know how the bell felt, how does it really feel so I positioned myself close to it and looked at it, it laid there, just there without any remorse of it's past.
I contemplated the bell for quite some time so long that I lost the sense of time as well as the sense of space; I slowly drifted into Morpheus' land.
I must have slept for a few hours considering that my legs felt funny since I didn't intend to sleep, so my legs ended up in a uncomfortable position the sensation felt like a million little ants walking on my skin, each and every one marching up and down in a revolving pattern I felt the tingle for a while then it slowly faded, since I focused my attention on the vibrant sound that I've heard before, but now it was.
