The heavy dark wooden door to the men's toilet has a camphor style glass window. Though opaque, Perce can see the comings and goings of the energies on the other side. Etched in the glass then polished black, the sign reads, 'Gentlemen.'
Persephone's unconcerned for this bathroom was deserted long ago. Its plumbing considered too burdensome to maintain. Additionally, the new section of the mausoleum housed opulent restrooms that were only used when services were held.
A bronze plaque next to the door reads, 'Permanently closed. Please use the facilities near the Rotunda.' Perce runs her fingers across the sign wondering why it was crafted with bronze.
She shrugs her shoulders placing both hands on the handle giving it a swift jerk upward while turning the knob. The weighty door sighs as it silently swings open.
Perce senses the stale quality of the air. It's musty and dark with the a bit of light coming from the small window high upon the wall.
This little window is how she discovered the secret space beyond the marble and stone walls of the mausoleum. One afternoon, she'd been called to the hill to take a look at the new installation of niches. While everyone was ooo-ing and ahh-ing at the craftsmanship and beauty of the space, Perce admired them only a moment as her mind began to wander.
"Wait a tick!" she's thinking to herself. "This structure is a ring. What's in the center?"
Once the crowd dispersed making their way back down the hill, Persephone approached the monument shop manager. "What's in the center of all this?" she gestures with her arms eyes seeking answers.
"Oh… that was sealed off a long time ago. Nothing really. You can't get to it actually." Samson casually answers. "See you down the hill." He heads for the doors.
That piqued Perce's interest in a big way. From that point forward, she spent time in the Great Mausoleum seeking access to the elusive area that was calling to her. She'd combed the huge stone building's storage closets, alcoves, bathrooms as well as the chapel and sitting room.
As it had been added onto through last 150 years, it was quite a task. She chose to make it a solitary endeavor for the longer she investigated, the more she recognized something secret was tucked away.
Just for kicks and a bit of a preview for she still had a ways to go, Perce lifted her skirt, removed her heels and climbed up on the old bathroom vanity. Not quite tall enough, she could just get a peek at the lush green timeworn garden. She breathed a sigh of relief, it was all still there.
Feeling the levity of the situation, Persephone jumped down from the sink landing stocking footed on the Victorian marble floor. Putting on her heels, she straightened her skirt, tucked in her shirt and buttoned her suit coat preparing for the next portal.
Just past the stalls, a beautiful floor to ceiling carved cabinet stood appearing as if it was hermetically sealed. There were no visible handles. The doors were so finely crafted they fit together with the smallest seam.
It had taken Perce some time to figure it out, even more time realizing that the bathroom cabinet held mystery. Eyes on the cupboard hands just out in front of her she began walking straight for the two doors. Making contact at the exact same time with each individual door front with similar force, she heard an echoing click. The doors cracked just enough for Persephone to pull them open with ease.
The hollow cabinet's marble flooring matched that of the rest of the bathroom. Her heels clicked through the shallow space to an old wooden staircase. Using her phone illuminating her way, she carefully managed eight steps to the cellar floor.
The smell of dirt and cobwebs flooded her senses as she landed on the dusty floor. Perce didn't enjoying spending time in this space, her eyes already on the last portal.
See you tomorrow for day 52 and part 3.
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Telling Tales | Whispering Secrets
Day 51 of 365 Orbit
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