Museum of Antiquity Episode 1
(My parents gave me a book years ago called the MUSEUM OF THE ANTIQUITY. It was 944 pages, bound in leather with gold leaf imprinted on the cover. Inside were magnificent illustrations, covered in tissue to protect them from the acid in the paper. It was like taking a voyage, or stepping into a time machine. While growing up I spent many rainy days or sunny Saturday afternoons…traveling and exploring in antiquity as far as the edges of the page. Sometimes I wondered what it would be like if the book could transport more than your imagination. What if the MUSEUM OF THE ANTIQUITY appeared in your neighborhood like…a traveling museum? What if a book’s power was like magic. What if you could wander from chapter to chapter like walking from room to room? So let’s wander…a bit…ready? Let’s wander into the dark and changing hallways of the Museum of the Antiquity…ILLUSTRATED.)
Adventures start at night. Are you brave enough?
You are walking your dog along a quiet rainy street. A shopping center is on your left with open spaces available for parking. You see a flash, and smell something in the air. It causes you to flinch. The odor has the ‘tang’ of history…years passing in a moment. The smell stings your nostrils, like something large has shot through a black hole and upon hitting the ground left a hole in the ground. There is no hole, no explosion, no rubble thown into the air form the descent of a meteor. However, there is something there on the other side of the street, a building, with gold glass windows that seem to glow from inside. You stare. “Where the (expletive deletive) did that come from?” You say to the night.
It is a large building. It looks like in its travels has picked up styles from various decades or even epochs. The colors are brown and copper, like the outside of a leather bound book. There is a large black iron door with the stars, the moon, the sun and distant pyramids upon black metal. Through the air there is the sound of lightly struck bells, moving lightly back and forth in the early evening breeze.
No one is on the street. Your dog Watson, sees the building. He looks up and you can read his mind. “Are we going to check it out?” Watson is a mutt, and proud of it. Watson is either the bravest dog in the world or the most stupid. All you know he has stood up to other dogs three times his size, and they all walked away after seeing his mouth of ugly yellow teeth.
You cross over and approach the main door and see blazoned over the door the words: THE MUSEUM OF THE ANTIQUITY. Odd. Very odd. You are about to knock on the door, but hesitate. This building was not here yesterday or this morning. You were out with Watson earlier today, and the parking lot was…well, empty. Suddenly, as if out of nothing a building plops itself down. THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE! You take a few steps up and look at the roof. It is imposing, like a pyramid. Where did it come from? Buildings don’t build themselves. “I hate mysteries,” you whisper to yourself, but then you come to the realization that the statment is a lie. You love them.
You use the door knocker, a brass image of the God Atep, and the sound against the iron seems to have wakened something from the interior. The doorknocker makes the inside of the building sounds hollow like a barrel drum, but it isn’t hollow is it? No building and no book is really hollow. Something is always behind the door, or at least upon the pages.
Something is coming this way. Watson hears them too. The hairs on the back of his neck begin to bristle.
A mystery is coming your way.
Welcome to the living book: Museum of the Antquity
(This concludes episode 1. Look for Museum of Aniquities Episode 2, titled: “Adventure begins at the title page.” )