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When I open my eyes again, I am standing inside a room. I am
still in the cave, but the room is constructed of a perfect circle. Dark stone
walls, no windows. Located in the center of the room is a pool of water. Light
shines from the water as if there are high watt LED lamps installed at the pool’s
bottom.
My eyes are so attracted to the
pool that when Leonardo taps me on the shoulder I am forced to pull my gaze
away from it. He offers a smile. It’s not the smile of an old man any longer,
but a young man. Younger than me. He’s got thick, black hair and a neatly
trimmed beard, his brown eyes are youthful and intense. His build is wiry and
muscular, his shoulders broad, just like Vitruvian Man.
“You are him, aren’t you?” I say. “Vitruvian
Man.”
“If you are insinuating tha
