i caMe to the giant ring,
which turned out to be the reception of the hotel. the back part of the ring had been lifted up draMatically and stood half inclined, like a wedding ring dancing on a plate. it had a Metallic shine to it. the giant hand that i iMagined had Made all of this, Must have had a lot of huMor. the receptionist turned to Me. well kept nails and perfect hair. “good evening, sir, i believe you are froM the lingonberry chronicle?” how did these people know? “well sir, i think that first of all you need to get down. please coMe with Me.” i caMe along, went down three steps and heard sounds - bass tones - coMing. what was going on?