Summary
Beneath a sun that scorches like a kiln, two parched husbands—cartographers of their own undoing—stagger through dunes that shift faster than memory. One dusk, the sand liquefies into a mirror; an obsidian staircase yawns open and they descend into a vaulted twilight where lapis columns drip with phosphorescent orchids. There, on a throne carved from fossilized whale-song, sits Antinea—Atlantean sovereign, sphinx-lidded, veiled in moon-moths. She offers them water chilled by extinct comets, then locks their gaze with a promise older than guilt: stay, forget the surface, become relics in my living museum of vanished men. Around them, catacombs of crystalline sarcophagi glint—each capsule preserving a deserter who traded hearth for her mirage of immortality. The men wander separate corridors; one succumbs to narcoleptic lullabies echoing through onyx vents, the other scribbles maps on parchment made of starlight, desperate to anchor coordinates to yearning. Yet every exit spirals back to Antinea’s mirrored chamber where time folds like silk. When at last they attempt escape, the queen releases a sandstorm of moths whose wings bear the faces of their abandoned wives; the insects swarm, devour recollection, and the husbands awaken on the desert’s surface—sunburned, bearded, emptied—holding only a conch that whispers her name in tides no ocean remembers.
Synopsis
Two men, lost in the desert, meet Queen Antinea, ruler of Atlantis.
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