Nighttime. I'm high above, looking down on a large forested area covered in tall pines. There's a Sphinx, taller than the trees but with my mother's face, surveying the land below her.
There's a network of cables, tight ropes, interlacing the tree tops. People, slaves, are walking on them, scurrying to do her bidding. Afraid. Watched.
Some distance from the Mother Sphinx, there is a clearing in the woods. In the center of the clearing there is a deep pit. The pit is lined with figures wearing red, hooded cloaks. I can't see their faces. They watch what is happening in the pit.
In the pit there is a struggle between two opponents. Jesus and Satan. They fight for my soul and the Mother Sphinx awaits the outcome.
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