dinsdag 12 maart 2024

A well-known fairy tale (2013)

The unicorn galloped to a dilapidated house at the foot of a mountain that reached the sky. It was dusk and she knew that she was well in time for the start of the last game. She wallowed in the blackened grass and briefly cooled off in a gurgling stream. Self-confident, but not entirely sure of herself, waiting for what was to come. The darkness increased, the sun disappeared. The door creaked and the vampire came out with his coffin and greeted the unicorn. Together they looked for a place near a floating sphere where they would play the deadly game for the last time.

Chess for three individuals, a special variant of the human chess game, where it was important to provide as much energy as possible to make the distances as small as possible, to make time pass as quickly as possible and to completely curve the space, so that it is really filled and did not remain mostly empty, which would leave the game out of reach and therefore unplayable. Together they did their best, the unicorn and the vampire, but without the werewolf it wouldn't work. As always, it only appeared at twenty-four o'clock on the full moon, without reporting anything.

The triune energy radiated from the trio and the game could begin, the unicorn with white, the vampire with red and the werewolf with black. As usual, the neighing unicorn won with ease, she was programmed to win. The werewolf howled loudly and the vampire wailed excruciatingly. The coffin crumbled to sawdust, as did the house. The chess ball glowed ominously and shattered.

The excess energy crushed the horn, skinned the vampire and burned the werewolf. In the end, all that was left was a mare, a skeleton and a wolf, a striking combination in the full moonlight. The horse galloped away neighing, the wolf ran away howling and the skeleton shrunk under the density of the generated energy until finally a bouncing ball, checkered red, white and black. The mountain collapsed and the water evaporated. The silhouette of the bouncing ball in the moonlight was the only reminder of this wonderful spectacle.