---- FOLLOW US ! --- ZELDA'S Quest ! -- Find the 'Bizarre Red Key' & Secret 'GARAGE-Entrance' ! ----- ZELDA in the 'SECRET SUBTERRANEAN NIGHT-REALM' ! --- Futuristic TV & Pink Ice-Car !

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------- FOLLOW US ! ----- Beware of the Secret Underground Police ! ------- FIND THE 'BIZARRE RED KEY' and Secret 'GARAGE Entrance'! -------------- ZELDA'S QUEST in the SECRET 'SUBTERRANEAN REALM of NIGHT-MAGIC' ! ----- Video Game ! ----- UNLOCK the UNDERGROUND GARAGE ! ---- Bizarre TV and Pink Ice-Car !

"ZELDA'S SECRET NIGHT-MAGIC REALM: PIPE-ZONE TO THE UNDERGROUND GARAGE ENTRANCE!" --- From 2019.

 

 


My name is Zelda Vaxandorf!  I have sparkling and velvety honey-syrup that is drizzling from my glistening neon-pink hair.  I am wearing a pair of black-and-white checkered overalls with a red vest and a pair of spiky neon boots!

 

 

Here is my story of my quest in the 'Underground Realm':

 

 

I awoke in a dark, snowy Christmas area, filled with glow-in-the-dark Christmas trees and snowmen and glistening vehicles.  Neon Christmas lights twinkled within the darkness above, strung from various ledges and mysterious alcoves. 

 

 

 

  A shimmering vent, that was roaring in the sparkling wall just above me, trickled out a silky-sugary syrup of icy-allure that filled me with mystical power and mysterious curiosity. 

 

 

A sparkly old 1950's 'wooden television' with crooked antennas, lying in a velvety, icy mound of neon snowy gossamer, flashed on and off in a bizarre fashion.

 

A large sparkling Christmas tree sat nearby the television with an elegant mound of glittering presents beneath its boughs.

Pink icicles hung from the low-ceiling and glow-in-the-dark stalagmites covered the checkered black-and-white ground.

 

 

 

Nearby, stood a pink shiny vehicle with long spiky ends along the backside, that resembled a 1950's Cadillac.  A pool of sparkling velvet-paste rested on top of the car, shimmering brilliantly.

Little sparkles of blue glitter floated within the healing paste.

 

 

 

Bizarre, snowy hallways continued further inwards, as various stacks of oversized books rested on sparkling ledges directly above me.  Magic-syrup dripped from the vents and crooked pictures that hung on the dark walls of the area.

 

 

 

Secretive alcoves, located along the dripping industrial walls of entrancement, were filled with Christmas decorations and enticing curiosities. 

 

Various red driveways, with log cabins resting in snow mounds, glow and sparkle within the darkness to each side of the underground Christmas Hallway.

 

 

 


I stepped out of a glittering, dark doorway with an incredibly alluring and handsome young man with neon-pink hair.  His facial features were very rugged  and I noticed a headband of glowing red and pink shining on his forehead with long pointy ears.  His tanned skin gleamed in dark, enchanted radiance and he was very seductive. 

 

 

 

 


We appeared to be in a snow-filled, underground basement-area in a crooked, surreal alleyway of some kind.

 

A dim, sparkling red glow emanated throughout the environs. 

 

 

It resembled an underground Cabinet of Dr. Caligari setting; all avant garde, filled with a mysterious, enchanting distortion of terrible beauty.

 

 

 

 

There were rainbow coloured shadows moving in the far distance, behind a log cabin that was covered in glittering neon snow, with an electrical pink sign flashing on and off from above it.  The log-cabin  was sparkling in a mystical majesty, with a rainbow coloured stained-glass window that was built into its walls.

 

 

 


The young man next to me took ahold of my arm and pointed into the snowy darkness near the log cabin.

  A majestic, decadent power of zealous phantasm overtook my senses and the ground beneath us trembled. 

Glittering steam and fragrant smoke filled the dark environs, as I rested against his masculine, broad shoulder.  Green gloves, covered in a pitch of glittering dust of mystical splendour, covered his hands strangely.

 

 

 

Many large pipes and vents along the wall were releasing green and red smoke into the hall.  We walked along a glittering rainbow-paved pathway that glowed with luminescent shimmers of light in the dark. 

 

 

The teenage man next to me had long elfin ears and a very large, sparkling top-hat on his head that had two pointy ears sticking out of the top of it. --- He had a glow-in-the-dark "Flashy Candle" that he waved throughout the dark like a 'Wand of Telekinesis'. 

 


Checkered pathways and locked vent's  seemed to lead into various unknown destinations.

 

Christmas trees and flashing strobe lights illuminated the snowy corners of the basement-hallway. 

 

 

 


We crouched low and entered into a very bizarre passage that continued onwards for some time like an underground hallway.  Roaring, snowy waterfalls glittered and roared to each side of us in this darkened space, as neon lights covered glittering trees far below us that lay in syrup-filled pools of shimmering paste.

 

 

 

 


  Furry creatures with bushy, sparkling eyebrows, that resembled bizarre children with surreal clothing, wearing large top-hats and black-and-white checkered waist-coats, nimbly hopped along red pipes that were crossing over industrial underground attics and slanted, crooked rooftops of hidden houses. 

 

 

I distinctly remember the pool of pink ethereal minerals below in a grotto of the snowy passage.  It was amazing the clarity and distinct revelation this pool presented itself to me. 

 


Rare and mystifying "Furry Morphodites" seemed to fly in and out of the shimmering pool, as they collected enchanted, healing minerals.  The water was a thick substance like saccharine syrup.


  What were they making?  Perhaps red cakes of decadence smeared with glittering neon icing.

 

 

 

 


After some time, I noticed that the young man was leading me as a guide instead of me knowing the route. 

 

I noticed old wooden televisions and flashing doorways in the darkness of the ledges above, dripping with lavish mounds of a silky-satin paste.  They seemed to continue further onwards forever in the dark.  Various sizes of glow-in-the-dark Christmas trees were illuminating the dark corners for as far as the eye could see. 

 

 

 

 

Strangely, large derelict pink vehicles lay along the walls next to what appeared as driveways leading further downwards into locked garages and secret passages that glittered mercilessly in shimmering snow.

Some had stairways or ladders leading to them, others had no route or access to them whatsoever.

 

 

 

 


Far above me, in mysterious ledges, I noticed various blue, glowing doorways, steaming pipes and what appeared to be pyramidal buildings, that were sitting in great shimmering piles of snow in the darkness.  Pink and green smoke began to cover the area as sparkling pink lights shined from within. 

 

 

 

 

I distinctly remember the cute little furry creatures, with enchanted top-hats on their heads and covered in glistening-wet outfits, carrying very strange keys and industrial telephones in their hands; all-powerful flashes of sparkling light would follow each time they passed overhead of me on the dripping pipes; the flashes of light would blind me in vicious entrancement temporarily.

 

 

 

 


  It was the most bizarre, mystical and mysterious place I had ever seen.  I was deep underground in what the being next to me explained as "Zone Zero"; the 'Morphodite Christmas Realms'.  I have no idea what that was and he never said another word to me after this.

 

 

 

 Eventually, we seemed to be joined in our party by an unknown furry child, resembling a 'Child Empress'.  She appeared to be ancient and ageless, yet innocent and full of grace and wisdom. 

 

 

 


Her neon hair was styled with gorgeous pink ribbons in the most strange and abstractly surreal manner I had ever witnessed.  Many interlaced ribbons covered her hair and a glistening trail of glitter seemed to fall around her brow in the dark. 

 

A gown of prismatic blue and pink with a fur overcoat covered her form with glittering, pointy high-heels on her feet.  Red and green stripped stockings covered her legs.  A bright tiara rested on her head beautifully like a powerful eminence.

 

 

 

 

 

Now we seemed to walk into a snowy Christmas water-works area where furry creatures ran in and out of snow-filled pipes of magical mystery.  Christmas trees and red-cement driveways led downwards into strange areas that had spiky automobiles and garage doors covering the environs. 

 

 

  A number of the pipes in the area were gushing out pink healing minerals into syrupy, enchanting pools below.

 

 

 

  It was some type of underground 'Christmas Pipes Zone'.

 


Furry, bizarre creatures with blue beards were smelting ores into mysterious 'pink bars' in one corner, in a giant furnace that resembled a black-lit, flashing machine.  The creatures had neon-green bat wings attached to their crooked backs and long pointy ears sticking forth from each side of their furry head.

 

Flashing green smoke was releasing from a chimney above in the furnace.  The blue-bearded, furry creatures were smelting sticky black ore, with blue specks of substance glowing from deep within,  into 'PINK BARS'.

 

 

 

 

A grand blue elder, covered in a spiky-outfit with a glittering industrial hat resting on top of his furry head, was standing above them in the blackness, hurling down sparkling flashes of glow-in-the-dark light, along with fragrant rainbow-syrup, upon them.

 

Sparkling, furry bats, covered in sweaty red and blue fur, flitted down towards the Christmas creatures. 

 

 

 

 


The bats were terrible and mystical all at once because they resembled a vicious, furry bodily form with mysterious wings that dripped in phantasmic syrup, and a bat's head with sharp, pointy ears.

 

 

  Perhaps the blue-bearded creatures were making pink runite bars or other unknown novelties. 

I never noticed as we continued further onwards and into a secret locked garage-tunnel that was behind a glittering Wardrobe. 

Nearby, stood a vent that was releasing a trickle of foaming water and a very bizarre Christmas tree that had shiny rainbow-icicles hanging from its boughs. 

 

 

 

The darkness was ominent here, yet the glow-in-the-dark top-hat of the young man lit the area dimly; all around us was shimmering neon Christmas splendour with many sparkling, mysterious windows and abandoned shimmering vehicles resting within the snowy mounds.

 

 

 

I saw a decadent computer table of Christmas elegance in the darkness of the passageway before us spread with many glistening candles, technical instruments, cakes, freshly baked truffles and green flatbread; all the food appeared in a glow-in-the-dark manner.

 

A glow-in-the-dark blacklight seemed to illuminate the majestic table.

 

Enticing aromas of endless temptation, vanilla, milk-chocolate and strawberry cream, wafted throughout the ethereal darkness.

 

 

 

 

 Novelties galore were covering the table, as a flashing old pink computer and a mound of red notebook paper sat nearby.  ---- A glistening-wet furry pink bat sat on top of the large computer and yawned loudly!

 

WOW!  HOW BIZARRE !!

 

I saw a flashing blue cupcake with neon icing on the other end of the table, sitting next to crystals, tiaras and glistening, all-powerful morsels.  I reached out to grab a blue cupcake with neon-pink icing, yet it melted in my hand. 

 

 

 

I assumed it was a Morphodite's feast.  Otherwise known as enchanted food that is only edible by the mysterious Morphodite beings of the unknown industrial depths of the secret underground garages.

 

 


Continuing forward in the darkness, we finally came upon a neon sign that was flashing above a sealed pipe that peeked forth from out of a great mound of snow.  Christmas trees lined the darkened walls.  The seal was bright pink and appeared like a crystal covering its entranceway. 

 

 

 


Two furry rabbit-like beings stood on either side of the pipe yet they never moved from their post.

They had dripping wet fur and their waist-coats were tainted with shimmering patches of rainbow-paste.  Their furry, pointy ears were decorated with large shiny ribbons.

 

 

 

 

The little creature next to me seemed to have transformed into an elderly woman now with green neon hair and a glistening cloak with a rainbow staff.  She appeared elderly yet young and innocent all at once. 

 


The woman appeared to be chanting a secret mantra of a strange spell that was releasing the seal of the pipe.  Green and Red Smoke flashed forth from around the pink seal. I noticed it starting to disappear and evaporate before us.

 

 

I was teleported from the 'Underground Area' and vanished in a FLASH of glow-in-the-dark fire.

 

 

Suddenly, the area shifted and I found myself in a snow-filled, dark vertical-room, with a great silken curtain, covered in enchanted glitter, before me. 

Christmas lights hung from above me.  Stairways, leading to unknown snowy Christmas rooms and secret hallways, were all around me and I found myself alone. 

 

I remember climbing many dark stairways that were filled with glow-in-the-dark snow.

Dripping, sparkling majesty of luscious, ethereal magic-paste trickled from the ceiling.  I began opening hidden walls to reveal further secret passages that were leading deeper and further in. 

 

 

 

 


I assumed I was in a "Christmas House-Realm World".  What I mean by "House- Realm World" is simply a whole neverending world of passages, hallways, doorways and rooms that continued on forever, filled with Christmas wonderment and sparkling majesty.

 

 

I was running forward through the sparkling silky-syrup of the neon snow, gazing around at the shimmering Christmas lights and pink stalagmites peeping forth from below the snow.  Even the stalagmites were covered in glistening Christmas lights in this bizarre, mysterious area.

 

 

 

 

 I had to flee further into the snowy, alluring unknown.  I was lost in a surreal Christmas world of snow-filled hallways and enchanted, mysterious doors. 

 

 

 


One stairway led down into a bizarre room with a low-ceiling, with glistening machines, pipes and alcoves covering its walls. 

 I approached one alcove and glimpsed into a little industrial room with snow and glittering Christmas trees.

Enchanting log cabins and big red and green vehicles, resembling a 1950s make and model, covered the sparkling environs. 

 

 

 

Most bizarre indeed!  Where was I?  I had to continue.

 

 

 


I found a strange underground 'storage-room' with a locked garage door that was built into the wall. 


 I unlocked the glittering doorway with a key and raised it.  Inside the area was a large sparkling vent that was built into the glittering red ground beneath me.

 

 


 A crooked picture was hanging on the wall above it, with the words, "Follow Me Further Downwards!", shimmering forth from it. 

It looked as though the words had been painted on top of the portrait with a type of shimmering graffiti.  Electric candles and crooked pictures hung from pegs on the walls.

 

 

 


I bent down towards the vent, as hypnotic steam and an alluring fragrance tempted me.  I found myself tumbling downwards into the depths of the mysterious vent.

 

 

 

 


I fell downwards for a short time and landed in a mound of rainbow-paste that was sitting in the seat of a theme-park cart.

 

Next, I found myself on a Christmas theme park ride, racing through a dark, underground tunnel, with glittering, hypnotizing waterfalls flowing to either side.  Christmas trees and snowmen stood upon many various ledges to each side, with endless bridges, steaming pipes and snowy log cabins filling the cavernous space.

 

 

 

 

  I went down a steep decline into pitch darkness that was filled with a mysterious roar and a loud rumbling sound.  Fragrant steam and bizarre smoke wafted from in front of me within the blackness. 

After a vicious, frightening cacophony of noise and music, I was released into a kind of underground, haunted underworld Christmas Opera House.  Yet, I was still on the theme park ride. 

 

 

 

 

I seemed to be viewing everything through a transparent, shimmering glass along the walls in the dark tunnel. 

Behind the glass showed a strange operatic stage with glow-in-the-dark chairs and glittering curtains covering the environs.  Flashing strobe lights illuminated the crooked, dark corners of the room.  A crooked chandeleir hung from the low ceiling of the stage.

 

A LARGE NEON SIGN FLASHED ON AND OFF FROM ABOVE THE STAGE, WHICH READ, "BEWARE OF THE SECRET POLICE and WARDROBE CLOSET!"

  Many blue bioluminescent spirits dressed in attire of regal nobility seemed to flash forth out of the darkness before me as I continued further on.

 

 

 


Their skin glowed and flashed in interchanging colours that are indescribable.  It was the most mysterious encounters Ive ever seen.  One ghostly visage was singing the most disturbing yet beautiful melody I had ever heard.  Her form would appear and vanish in tune with the song's melody. 

 

 

 

I left the 'Opera Room' area and roared forth into a dark underground passageway with a very low ceiling that was directly above me. 

The theme park ride continued and a blast of warm air suddenly wafted upon me from a dimly-lit green furnace that was resting in a sparkling mound of snow that sat on a ledge to my left.

 


My neon hair blew around my head, as the gust of fragrant, enchanted air brought forth a shower of shimmering smoke that sparkled on my brow, before my bushy neon-pink eyebrows and piercing eyes in the darkness. --- The warm fragrance had the tantalizing essence of melting chocolate.

 

A bright-pink, furry creature, with a fuzzy green beard and rainbow-whiskers, seemed to be supplying the machine with a glittering-wet substance.  His phantasmic eyes flashed forth in otherworldly fury.  His furry ears stuck forth from a crumpled and very sparkly top-hat that rested askew on his head.

 

 

 

 

Yet, as I passed by, he remained solitary like a mime.  His eyes flashed forth in a kind of phantasmic, mystical beauty that was terrible to witness.

 

It was very creepy and unsettling.


Sparkling pink, furry bats, with flashing whiskers of decadence and glimmering, wet fur, flitted to and fro above me in the ethereal neon-darkness.  Silky-wet pink syrup drizzled from their bristling fur and glistening whiskers.

I remember crouching down in phantasmic mystification in the cart.

 

 

 

 


Eventually, I noticed I seemed to be in a passenger seat of a different Christmas theme park ride, altered from the one I was previously in before.  Everything was very glistening and icy, enchanted like sparkling velvet, yet dark. 

 

I appeared to be in a low underground Christmas hallway on a railway and I noticed pipes and air vent chutes directly above me glowing faintly from the low-ceiling of the tunnel. --- Twinkling Christmas lights hung from the pipes and ceiling.

 

 

 

 

Suddenly, above me in the darkness, was a neon-lit sign reading, "To Zone 1: the Entrance to the Underground Basement of Morphodite's Perpetual Play." 

 

 

 

  It was very bizarre.

Furry, red children, with  shiny blue eyebrows and vicious helmets, danced in an odd frolic of zealous power in snowy alcoves to my left and right.

 


 Checkered snowmen, decorated in Christmas extravagance, built to the left and right of the sign, covered the snowy environs, as I continued and entered the sparkling passage.

 

 

 

 

The theme park cart I was in came to a sharp halt.

 

Directly in front of me was the entrance to a circular glow-in-the-dark  doorway in the darkness of an alcove. 

 

 

 


I looked around me and noticed similar doors and passages further along in the darkness for as far as the eye could see.  Snowmen and Christmas trees rested along glittering ledges covered in neon snow just above me in the dark.

Flashing television sets and bizarre vehicles were sitting along a slanted and crooked driveway that was nearby.  The pathway was checkered with black and white squares.

 

 

 

 A kind of glittering pink syrup drizzled from below me.  I walked up a snowy flight of stairs to the glow-in-the-dark door. 

 

Sparkling and elegant 'sugary-honey' slowly drizzled from a Christmas ledge just above me in the magical darkness.  The pink syrupy-honey covered my glittering neon coat of blacklight.  It rejuvenated my senses with warmth and powerful healing essences of lavish power.

 

 

 


As I opened the mysterious rainbow doorway, I noticed the whole scene behind me shifted and now only a dark, snow-filled hallway rested behind me where the railway over a dark chasm had previously been.

 

 

 

A lone Christmas tree was sitting next to an old-fashioned, flashing television that sat in a smoking mound of pink snow.  Crooked antennas rested on top of the strange wooden television and how oddly they seemed to quiver in electrical brilliancy; sparks of light flashed from them! 

 

How very bewildering, indeed!  Such magic and mysticism in this underground Christmas realm!

 

 

 


As I opened the door, I suddenly saw myself in a surreal vortex room.  Dripping trickles of shimmering rainbow-paste fell from the ceiling above me and again I found myself drenched in the icy-rich syrup of tantalizing allurement.

 

 

  Rainbow colours of dark radiance shined in the flowing ethereal mass swirling in a circular motion around me. 

 

 I was on a glowing neon bridge over this swirling, sparkling mass.  It started to make me feel dizzy and I held onto the crooked bars of the bridge and walked slowly across.

 

 

 


At the end was the entrance to another low-passage in the industrial-cavern with a glowing pink pipe leading downwards to another part of the "Morphodite's Underground Realm of Perpetual Play".

(I espied a very large glow-in-the-dark chest sitting nearby in a mound of fragrant, velvety snow. --- I open the flashing chest to reveal a very bizarre red garage-key.  It sparkles, as it sits in a pool of flashing and smoking liquid. --- I grab the bizarre item.

- YOU  NOW HAVE THE 'BIZARRE RED  GARAGE-KEY'.)

 

 

A Basement Realm of unknown magic!

 

 


A neon sign was flashing on and off from above the area, lit up next to a Christmas tree that stood near the pipe in a mound of shimmering snow.  It was shining on and off from the low-ceiling of the cave.

 

 

"To Zone One." It read in bizarre, glistening letters.

 

 


As I held onto the pipe, I plunged forth into the mysterious, unknown darkness of the Christmas basement-realm far below.  Divulgent glimmers of magic-paste fell to each side of me.

 

 

 

 I found myself tumbling downwards through a smoky and bizarre tunnel. 

Large purple and pink mushrooms stuck out of the blackness of the walls.  Glittering garage doors were built into the black walls in the many different alcoves and ledges of the dark tunnel, with futuristic neon automobiles sitting in their checkered driveways.

 

 

 


I fell downwards and landing in a glittering pool of rainbow-paste.  Before me was nothing but a locked red-cement garage door with a shiny key-hole.  A glow-in-the-dark vent was directly above the garage-door with a large poster hanging on the blackness of the walls.

 

 


"MORPHODITE'S GARAGE-WORLD ENTRANCE!  10 MILES >>> FIND THE SECRET KEY THAT LEADS FURTHER IN!"  The neon sign read, that was hanging on the garage-door.

 

 

 

Nearby, stood a very handsome African-American fellow who was standing next to a sparkling trashcan and a very bizarre Christmas tree. 

 

 A crooked top-hat sat on his head, as it shimmered in hypnotic brilliancy.  A glow-in-the-dark pipe hung from his mouth, releasing a fragrant rainbow-smoke.

He had glittering, spiky bangs that hung down into his eyes and two very pointy ears stuck forth from each side of his neon hair.

 

 

 His clothing and garb was a surreal affair of many rainbow colours.  A bizarre outfit was thrown on him in such a whimsical disarray. 

Two striped stockings reached up to his knees with two large sparkling neon-boots that adorned his feet.  They were very pointy and sharp at the ends.  His whole attire seemed covered in radiant glitter, as his lower body was dripping in a type of colourful velvety syrup.

 

 

Taking the cigarette-pipe from his mouth, he whispered, "Welcome to the Underground Garage-Entrance, my child! --- Did you bring your KEY with you?"

 

 

WELL?  DID YOU BRING YOUR SECRET  RED KEY?

 

 

  Your way lies further beyond that locked garage-door entrance!

 

 


It all begins here!

 

 

 

The End?

 

 

COPYRIGHT ©2019 ETHAN WRITES.  All rights reserved.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"ZELDA'S SECRET NIGHT-MAGIC REALM: PIPE TO THE UNDERGROUND GARAGE ENTRANCE!" -From 2019.

 

 


My name is Zelda Vaxandorf!  I have sparkling and velvety honey-syrup that is drizzling from my glistening neon-pink hair.  I am wearing a pair of black-and-white checkered overalls with a red vest.

 

 

Here is my story of my quest in the 'Underground Realm':

 

 

I awoke in a dark, snowy Christmas area, filled with glow-in-the-dark Christmas trees and snowmen and glistening vehicles.  Neon Christmas lights twinkled within the darkness above, strung from various ledges and mysterious alcoves. 

 

 

 

  A shimmering vent, that was roaring in the sparkling wall just above me, trickled out a silky-sugary syrup of icy-allure that filled me with mystical power. 

 

 

A sparkly old 1950's 'wooden television' with crooked antennas, lying in a velvety, icy mound of neon snowy gossamer, flashed on and off in a bizarre fashion.

 

A large sparkling Christmas tree sat nearby the television with a elegant mound of glittering presents beneath its boughs.

Pink icicles hung from the low-ceiling and glow-in-the-dark stalagmites covered the checkered black-and-white ground.

 

 

 

Nearby, stood a pink shiny vehicle with long spiky ends along the backside, that resembled a 1950's Cadillac.  A pool of sparkling velvet-paste rested on top of the car, shimmering brilliantly.

Little sparkles of blue glitter floated within the healing paste.

 

 

 

Bizarre, snowy hallways continued further inwards, as various stacks of oversized books rested on sparkling ledges directly above me.  Magic-syrup dripped from the vents and crooked pictures that hung on the dark walls of the area.

 

 

 

Secretive alcoves, located along the dripping industrial walls of entrancement, were filled with Christmas decorations and enticing curiosities. 

 

Various red driveways, with log cabins resting in snow mounds, glow and sparkle within the darkness to each side of the underground Christmas Hallway.

 

 

 


I stepped out of a glittering, dark doorway with an incredibly alluring and handsome young man with neon-pink hair.  His facial features were very rugged  and I noticed a headband of glowing red and pink shining on his forehead with long pointy ears.  His tanned skin gleamed in dark, enchanted radiance and he was very seductive. 

 

 

 

 


We appeared to be in a snow-filled, underground basement-area in a crooked, surreal alleyway of some kind.

 

A dim, sparkling red glow emanated throughout the environs. 

 

 

It resembled an underground Cabinet of Dr. Caligari setting; all avant garde, filled with a mysterious, enchanting distortion of terrible beauty.

 

 

 

 

There were rainbow coloured shadows moving in the far distance, behind a log cabin that was covered in glittering neon snow, with an electrical pink sign flashing on and off from above it.  The log-cabin  was sparkling in a mystical majesty, with a rainbow coloured stained-glass window that was built into its walls.

 

 

 


The young man next to me took ahold of my arm and pointed into the snowy darkness near the log cabin.

  A majestic, decadent power of zealous phantasm overtook my senses and the ground beneath us trembled. 

Glittering steam and fragrant smoke filled the dark environs, as I rested against his masculine, broad shoulder.  Green gloves, covered in a pitch of glittering dust of mystical splendour, covered his hands strangely.

 

 

 

Many large pipes and vents along the wall were releasing green and red smoke into the hall.  We walked along a glittering rainbow-paved pathway that glowed with luminescent shimmers of light in the dark. 

 

 

The teenage man next to me had long elfin ears and a very large, sparkling top-hat on his head that had two pointy ears sticking out of the top of it.He had a glow-in-the-dark "Flashy Candle" that he waved throughout the dark like a 'Wand of Telekinesis'. 

 


Checkered pathways and locked vent's  seemed to lead into various unknown destinations.

 

Christmas trees and flashing strobe lights illuminated the snowy corners of the basement-hallway. 

 

 

 


We crouched low and entered into a very bizarre passage that continued onwards for some time like an underground hallway.  Roaring, snowy waterfalls glittered and roared to each side of us in this darkened space, as neon lights covered glittering trees far below us that lay in syrup-filled pools of shimmering paste.

 

 

 

 


  Furry creatures with bushy, sparkling eyebrows, that resembled bizarre children with surreal clothing, wearing large top-hats and black-and-white checkered waist-coats, nimbly hopped along red pipes that were crossing over industrial underground attics and slanted, crooked rooftops of hidden houses. 

 

 

I distinctly remember the pool of pink ethereal minerals below in a grotto of the snowy passage.  It was amazing the clarity and distinct revelation this pool presented itself to me. 

 


Rare and mystifying "Furry Morphodites" seemed to fly in and out of the shimmering pool, as they collected enchanted, healing minerals.  The water was a thick substance like saccharine syrup.


  What were they making?  Perhaps red cakes of decadence smeared with glittering neon icing.

 

 

 

 


After some time, I noticed that the young man was leading me as a guide instead of me knowing the route. 

 

I noticed old wooden televisions and flashing doorways in the darkness of the ledges above, dripping with lavish mounds of a silky-satin paste.  They seemed to continue further onwards forever in the dark.  Various sizes of glow-in-the-dark Christmas trees were illuminating the dark corners for as far as the eye could see. 

 

 

 

 

Strangely, large pink vehicles lay abandoned along the walls next to what appeared as driveways leading further downwards into locked garages and secret passages that glittered mercilessly in shimmering snow.

Some had stairways or ladders leading to them, others had no route or access to them whatsoever.

 

 

 

 


Far above me, in mysterious ledges, I noticed various blue, glowing doorways, steaming pipes and what appeared to be pyramidal buildings, that were sitting in great shimmering piles of snow in the darkness.  Pink and green smoke began to cover the area as sparkling pink lights shined from within. 

 

 

 

 

I distinctly remember the cute little furry creatures, with enchanted top-hats on their heads and covered in glistening-wer outfits, carrying very strange keys and industrial telephones in their hands; all-powerful flashes of sparkling light would follow each time they passed overhead of me on the dripping pipes; the flashes of light would blind me in vicious entrancement temporarily.

 

 

 

 


  It was the most bizarre, mystical and mysterious place I had ever seen.  I was deep underground in what the being next to me explained as "Zone Zero"; the 'Morphodite Christmas Realms'.  I have no idea what that was and he never said another word to me after this in the dream.

 

 

 

 Eventually, we seemed to be joined in our party by an unknown furry child, resembling a 'Child Empress'.  She appeared to be ancient and ageless, yet innocent and full of grace and wisdom. 

 

 

 


Her neon hair was styled with gorgeous pink ribbons in the most strange and abstractly surreal manner I had ever witnessed.  Many interlaced ribbons covered her hair and a glistening trail of glitter seemed to fall around her brow in the dark. 

 

A gown of prismatic blue and pink with a fur overcoat covered her form with glittering, pointy high-heels on her feet.  Red and green stripped stockings covered her legs.  A bright tiara rested on her head beautifully like a powerful eminence.

 

 

 

 

 

Now we seemed to walk into a snowy Christmas water-works area where furry creatures ran in and out of snow-filled pipes of magical mystery.  Christmas trees and red-cement driveways led downwards into strange areas that had spiky automobiles and garage doors covering the environs. 

 

 

  A number of the pipes in the area were gushing out pink healing minerals into syrupy, enchanting pools below.

 

 

 

  It was some type of underground 'Christmas Pipes Zone'.

 


Furry, bizarre creatures with blue beards were smelting ores into mysterious 'pink bars' in one corner, in a giant furnace that resembled a black-lit, flashing machine.  The creatures had neon-green bat wings attached to their crooked backs and long pointy ears sticking forth from each side of their furry head.

Flashing green smoke was releasing from a chimney above in the furnace.  The blue-bearded, furry creatures were smelting sticky black ore, with blue specks of substance glowing from deep within,  into 'PINK BARS'.

 

 

 

 

A grand blue elder, covered in a spiky-outfit with a glittering industrial hat resting on top of his furry head, was standing above them in the blackness, hurling down sparkling flashes glow-in-the-dark light, along with fragrant rainbow-syrup, upon them.

 

Sparkling, furry bats, covered in sweaty red and blue fur, flitted down towards the Christmas creatures. 

 

 

 

 


The bats were terrible and mystical all at once because they resembled a vicious, furry bodily form with mysterious wings that dripped in phantasmic syrup, and a bat's head with sharp, pointy ears.

 

 

  Perhaps the blue-bearded creatures were making pink runite bars or other unknown novelties. 

I never noticed as we continued further onwards and into a secret locked garage-tunnel that was behind a glittering Wardrobe. 

Nearby, stood a vent that was releasing a trickle of foaming water and a very bizarre Christmas tree that had shiny rainbow-icicles hanging from its boughs. 

 

 

 

The darkness was ominent here, yet the glow-in-the-dark top-hat of the young man lit the area dimly; all around us was shimmering neon Christmas splendour with many sparkling, mysterious windows and abandoned shimmering vehicles resting within the snowy mounds.

 

 

 

I saw a decadent computer table of Christmas elegance in the darkness of the passageway before us spread with many glistening candles, technical instruments, cakes, freshly baked truffles and green flatbread; all the food appeared in a glow-in-the-dark manner.

 

A glow-in-the-dark blacklight seemed to illuminate the majestic table.

 

Enticing aromas of endless temptation, vanilla, milk-chocolate and strawberry cream, wafted throughout the ethereal darkness.

 

 

 

 

 Novelties galore were covering the table, as a flashing old pink computer and a mound of red notebook paper sat nearby.A glistening-wet furry pink bat sat on top of the large computer and squeaked loudly!

I saw a flashing blue cupcake with neon icing on the other end of the table, sitting next to crystals, tiaras and glistening, all-powerful morsels.  I reached out to grab a blue cupcake with neon-pink icing, yet it melted in my hand. 

 

 

 

I assumed it was a Morphodite's feast.  Otherwise known as enchanted food that is only edible by the mysterious Morphodite beings of the unknown industrial depths of the secret underground garages.

 

 


Continuing forward in the darkness, we finally came upon a neon sign that was flashing above a sealed pipe that peeked forth from out of a great mound of snow.  Christmas trees lined the darkened walls.  The seal was bright pink and appeared like a crystal covering its entranceway. 

 

 

 


Two furry rabbit-like beings stood on either side of the pipe yet they never moved from their post.

They had dripping wet fur and their waist-coats were tainted with shimmering patches of rainbow-paste.  Their furry, pointy ears were decorated with large shiny ribbons.

 

 

 

 

The little creature next to me seemed to have transformed into an elderly woman now with green neon hair and a glistening cloak with a rainbow staff.  She appeared elderly yet young and innocent all at once. 

 


The woman appeared to be chanting a secret mantra of a strange spell that was releasing the seal of the pipe.  Green and Red Smoke flashed forth from around the pink seal. I noticed it starting to disappear and evaporate before us.

 

I was teleported from the 'Underground Area' and vanished in a puff of glow-in-the-dark fire.

 

Suddenly, the area shifted and I found myself in a snow-filled, dark vertical-room, with a great silken curtain, covered in enchanted glitter, before me. 

Christmas lights hung from above me.  Stairways, leading to unknown snowy Christmas rooms and secret hallways, were all around me and I found myself alone. 

 

I remember climbing many dark stairways that were filled with glow-in-the-dark snow.

Dripping, sparkling majesty of luscious, ethereal magic-paste trickled from the ceiling.  I began opening hidden walls to reveal further secret passages that were leading deeper and further in. 

 

 

 

 


I assumed I was in a "Christmas House-Realm World".  What I mean by "House- Realm World" is simply a whole neverending world of passages, hallways, doorways and rooms that continued on forever, filled with Christmas wonderment and sparkling majesty.

 

 

I was running forward through the sparkling silky-syrup of the neon snow, gazing around at the shimmering Christmas lights and pink stalagmites peeping forth from below the snow.  Even the stalagmites were covered in glistening Christmas lights in this bizarre, mysterious area.

 

 

 

 

 I had to flee further into the snowy, magical unknown.  I was lost in a surreal Christmas world of snow-filled hallways and enchanted, mysterious doors. 

 

 

 


One stairway led down into a bizarre room with a low-ceiling, with glistening machines, pipes and alcoves covering its walls. 

 I approached one alcove and glimpsed into a little industrial room with snow and glittering Christmas trees.

Enchanting log cabins and big red and green vehicles, resembling a 1950s make and model, covered the sparkling environs. 

 

 

 

Most bizarre indeed!  Where was I?  I had to continue.

 

 

 


I found a strange underground 'storage-room' with a locked garage door that was built into the wall. 


 I unlocked the glittering doorway with a key and raised it.  Inside the area was a large sparkling vent that was built into the glittering red ground beneath me.

 

 


 A crooked picture was hanging on the wall above it, with the words, "Follow Me Further Downwards!", shimmering forth from it. 

It looked as though the words had been painted on top of the portrait with a type of shimmering graffiti.  Electric candles and crooked pictures hung from pegs on the walls.

 

 

 


I bent down towards the vent, as hypnotic steam and an alluring fragrance tempted me.  I found myself tumbling downwards into the depths of the mysterious vent.

 

 

 

 


I fell downwards for a short time and landed in a mound of rainbow-paste that was sitting in the seat of a theme-park cart.

 

Next, I found myself on a Christmas theme park ride, racing through a dark, underground tunnel, with glittering, hypnotizing waterfalls flowing to either side.  Christmas trees and snowmen stood upon many various ledges to each side, with endless bridges, steaming pipes and snowy log cabins filling the cavernous space.

 

 

 

 

  I went down a steep decline into pitch darkness that was filled with a mysterious roar and a loud rumbling sound.  Fragrant steam and bizarre smoke wafted from in front of me within the blackness. 

After a vicious, frightening cacophony of noise and music, I was released into a kind of underground, haunted underworld Christmas Opera House.  Yet, I was still on the theme park ride. 

 

 

 

 

I seemed to be viewing everything through a transparent, shimmering glass along the walls in the dark tunnel. 

Behind the glass showed a strange operatic stage with glow-in-the-dark chairs and glittering curtains covering the environs.  Flashing strobe lights illuminated the crooked, dark corners of the room.  A crooked chandeleir hung from the low ceiling of the stage.A LARGE NEON SIGN FLASHED ON AND OFF FROM ABOVE THE STAGE, WHICH READ, "BEWARE OF THE SECRET WARDROBE CLOSET!"

  Many blue bioluminescent spirits dressed in attire of regal nobility seemed to flash forth out of the darkness before me as I continued further on.

 

 

 


Their skin glowed and flashed in interchanging colours that are indescribable.  It was the most mysterious encounters Ive ever seen.  One ghostly visage was singing the most disturbing yet beautiful melody I had ever heard.  Her form would appear and vanish in tune with the song's melody. 

 

 

 

I left the 'Opera Room' area and roared forth into a dark underground passageway with a very low ceiling that was directly above me.  The theme park ride continued and a blast of warm air suddenly wafted upon me from a dimly-lit green furnace that was resting in a sparkling mound of snow that sat on a ledge to my left.

 


My neon hair blew around my head, as the gust of fragrant, enchanted air brought forth a shower of shimmering smoke that sparkled on my brow, before my bushy neon-pink eyebrows and piercing eyes in the darkness.The warm fragrance had the tantalizing essence of melting chocolate.

 

A bright-pink, furry creature, with a fuzzy green beard and rainbow-whiskers, seemed to be supplying the machine with a glittering-wet substance.  His phantasmic eyes flashed forth in otherworldly fury.  His furry ears stuck forth from a crumpled and very sparkly top-hat that rested askew on his head.

 

 

 

 

Yet, as I passed by, he remained solitary like a mime.  His eyes flashed forth in a kind of phantasmic, mystical beauty that was terrible to witness.

 

It was very creepy and unsettling.


Sparkling pink, furry bats, with flashing whiskers of decadence and glimmering, wet fur, flitted to and fro above me in the ethereal neon-darkness.  Silky-wet pink syrup drizzled from their bristling fur and glistening whiskers.

I remember crouching down in phantasmic mystification in the cart.

 

 

 

 


Eventually, I noticed I seemed to be in a passenger seat of a different Christmas theme park ride, altered from the one I was previously in before.  Everything was very glistening and icy, enchanted like sparkling velvet, yet dark. 

 

I appeared to be in a low underground Christmas hallway on a railway and I noticed pipes and air vent chutes directly above me glowing faintly from the low-ceiling of the tunnel.Twinkling Christmas lights hung from the pipes and ceiling.

 

 

 

 

Suddenly, above me in the darkness, was a neon-lit sign reading, "To Zone 1: the Entrance to the Underground Basement of Morphodite's Perpetual Play." 

 

 

 

  It was very bizarre.

Furry, red children, with  shiny blue eyebrows and mysterious, vicious helmets, danced in an odd frolic of zealous power in snowy alcoves to my left and right.

 


 Checkered snowmen, decorated in Christmas extravagance, built to the left and right of the sign, covered the snowy environs, as I continued and entered the sparkling passage.

 

 

 

 

The theme park cart I was in came to a sharp halt.

 

Directly in front of me was the entrance to a circular glow-in-the-dark  doorway in the darkness of an alcove. 

 

 

 


I looked around me and noticed similar doors and passages further along in the darkness for as far as the eye could see.  Snowmen and Christmas trees rested along glittering ledges covered in neon snow just above me in the dark.

Flashing television sets and bizarre vehicles were sitting along a slanted and crooked driveway that was nearby.  The pathway was checkered with black and white squares.

 

 

 

 A kind of glittering pink syrup drizzled from below me.  I walked up a snowy flight of stairs to the glow-in-the-dark door. 

 

Sparkling and elegant, sugary-honey slowly dripped down from a Christmas ledge just above me in the magical darkness.  The pink, syrupy honey covered my glittering neon coat of blacklight.  It rejuvenated my senses with warmth and powerful healing essences of lavish power.

 

 

 


As I opened the mysterious rainbow doorway, I noticed the whole scene behind me shifted and now only a dark, snow-filled hallway rested behind me where the railway over a dark chasm had previously been.

 

 

 

A lone Christmas tree was sitting next to an old-fashioned, flashing television that sat in a smoking mound of pink snow.  Crooked antennas rested on top of the strange wooden television and how oddly they seemed to quiver in electrical brilliancy; sparks of light flashed from them! 

 

How very bewildering, indeed!  Such magic and mysticism in this underground Christmas realm!

 

 

 


As I opened the door, I suddenly saw myself in a surreal vortex room.  Dripping trickles of shimmering rainbow-paste fell from the ceiling above me and again I found myself drenched in the icy-rich paste.

 

 

  Rainbow colours of dark radiance shined in the flowing ethereal mass swirling in a circular motion around me. 

 

 I was on a glowing neon bridge over this swirling, sparkling mass.  It started to make me feel dizzy and I held onto the crooked bars of the bridge and walked slowly across.

 

 

 


At the end was the entrance to another low-passage in the industrial-cavern with a glowing pink pipe leading downwards to another part of the "Morphodite's Underground Realm of Perpetual Play".

(I espied a very large glow-in-the-dark chest sitting nearby in a mound of fragrant, velvety snow. --- I open the flashing chest to reveal a very bizarre red garage-key.  It sparkles, as it sits in a pool of flashing and smoking liquid. --- I grab the bizarre item.

- YOU  NOW HAVE THE 'BIZARRE RED  GARAGE-KEY'.)

 

 

A Basement Realm of unknown magic!

 

 


A neon sign was flashing on and off from above the area, lit up next to a Christmas tree that stood near the pipe in a mound of shimmering snow.  It was shining on and off from the low-ceiling of the cave.

 

 

"To Zone One." It read in bizarre, glistening letters.

 

 


As I held onto the pipe, I plunged forth into the mysterious, unknown darkness of the Christmas basement-realm far below.  Divulgent glimmers of magic-paste fell to each side of me.

 

 

 

 I found myself tumbling downwards through a smoky and bizarre tunnel. 

Large purple and pink mushrooms stuck out of the blackness of the walls.  Glittering garage doors were built into the black walls in the many different alcoves and ledges of the dark tunnel, with futuristic neon automobiles sitting in their checkered driveways.

 

 

 


I fell downwards and landing in a glittering pool of rainbow-paste.  Before me was nothing but a locked red-cement garage door with a shiny key-hole.  A glow-in-the-dark vent was directly above the garage-door with a large poster hanging on the blackness of the walls.

 

 


"MORPHODITE'S GARAGE-WORLD ENTRANCE!  10 MILES >>> FIND THE SECRET KEY THAT LEADS FURTHER IN!"  The neon sign read, that was hanging on the garage-door.

 

 

 

Nearby, stood a very handsome African-American fellow who was standing next to a sparkling trashcan and a very bizarre Christmas tree. 

 

 A crooked top-hat sat on his head, as it shimmered in hypnotic brilliancy.  A glow-in-the-dark pipe hung from his mouth, releasing a fragrant rainbow-smoke.

He had glittering, spiky bangs that hung down into his eyes and two very pointy ears stuck forth from each side of his neon hair.

 

 

 His clothing and garb was a surreal affair of many rainbow colours.  A bizarre outfit was thrown on him in such a whimsical disarray. 

Two striped stockings reached up to his knees with two large sparkling neon-boots that adorned his feet.  They were very pointy and sharp at the ends.  His whole attire seemed covered in radiant glitter, as his lower body was dripping in a type of colourful velvety syrup.

 

 

Taking the cigarette-pipe from his mouth, he whispered, "Welcome to the Underground Garage-Entrance, my child! --- Did you bring your KEY with you, my son?"

 

 

WELL?  DID YOU BRING YOUR SECRET KEY?

 

 

  Your way lies further beyond that locked garage-door entrance!

 

 


It all begins here!

 

 

 

The End?

 

 

COPYRIGHT ©2019 ETHAN WRITES.  All rights reserved.


Submitted: October 26, 2020

© Copyright 2020 ETHAN Writes. All rights reserved.

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