Electric blue, ultraviolet bundles of glowing fibers interlace into a delicate basket weave, the cavern is made of this glowing material, illuminated by it, it is a winding passageway, there is sand, a long winding sandy trail, the walls shimmer, the light inside the fibers shimmers and twists, the sounds are buzzing vibrations just below and around the edges of hearing. There is movement and a sound of steps ahead, from around the corner, comes what looks like a funny man in a suit, scuttling along at in odd fits and starts, bursts of rapid scuttling of his wing tips, there is maybe a swagger , he looks like Charley chaplain, movement is now impossible, it's eyes are tiny beady black stuck into the face like pushpins in a cushion, the face is pasty, white, lumpy like a obese woman's thigh, there is a tiny mustache which switches back and forth as the creature scuttles nearer, it takes tiny steps, seems to move by altering time scale, taking tiny little steps and accelerating it's local time flow till or maybe it can just move really fast sometimes, now it is behind the paralyzed traveler, making odd cooing reassuring noises, like a wet nurse changing a diaper, it begins to kiss the back of the travelers head, little pecks accompanied by a short shy perverse giggle, then the thing begins to open it's tiny slit mouth wider and wider, wetly sucking on the scull it seems to have many tongues which all swirl around through the travelers hair, caressing the nerve endings in various patterns, the paralysis is nearly total, shallow breathing in sobbing fits and starts begin to wrack the travelers chest the mouth is nearly entirely around the travelers head like a hat above the eyebrows , behind the ears, the little creature is massaging the shoulders of the traveler as he audibly sucks on the back of the scull, the traveller feels memories welling up from his distant childhood, where he hid a lost toy when he was two, his whole life was unreeling and pouring into the creatures sucking mouth, it was drinking his memories, the traveller tries to move, and cannot, he is stuck as though in amber. the creature sucks his way up to the present moment then disengages with a soft wet pop. The creature begins to edge away bloated and engorged on memories, giggling and looking slightly ashamed of it's hunger, but it is just a mockery of human feelings, something it picked up from some other meal, the smile is grotesque, the traveller begins sobbing, violated. the creature shambles off to a nearby pool where a creature of a different sort awaits in a pool of multicolored viscous fluid, it is like and obese fleshy starfish, with an open fibrous mouth of sorts, the surface of the fluid is tight with vibratory waves, the creature in the tank buzzing with hunger excitement need. the doughy memory licker shambles over to the pool, leans over the undulating humming flesh fish and begins to vomit the memories into the waiting orifice, the flesh fish gulps the memory mucus down greedily, the memory vomit, is a thick fluid of twisting images fluid scenes gush out of the doughy white human oid, the creature has stuffed a pocket square into the color of it's pen striped suit so as not to get any splattered memories on it. The traveler sobs and wails like a , and slowly regains movement his hair is slicked back and ornately braided. A jogger pounds up the trail and comes up to the traveller, oh got your memories licked, well don't be too upset you still have them he only takes a copy to feed to the thought fish, they are here to find some special hidden thoughts. The traveller gets goose bumps as chills run his spine to crouch like a static charge in the base of his neck. He feels the mental pressure of a suppressed memory, he somehow knows it was not read, but that it could be. He needs to flee, feels it, the jogger is an alabaster pale athletic blond girl of indeterminate age, she is not nude but covered is some woven fiber that seems to have shifting opacity, she is looking at his eyes , he starts as he becomes aware of her watching him look at her body. She has wings on her shoes, she arches an eyebrow smiles and says"you had better get running if you want to avoid the bad stuff." with that she cocks her head as if she hears something, nods to traveller turns and before the sand can fall from her first step she is gone. The slime memory licker had left was starting to set into his hair, like some tough plastic, a real hair helmet, trimmed short woven tight slicked down and hardened, his head itched. There was light coming from the thought star pool, Travellers intuition began screaming before the doughy thing in the cave. She was right he had to run...