'Hey you, nameless clown!' yelled a noble at the clown, standing in front of his tent, 'are you waiting for someone who wants to get fooled by the likes of you?'
'Hmmm?' tilted his head the clown, smiling.
'Why would anyone go there again? It is well known that no one ever came back after going in. I don't understand how it is even allowed for you to be here and offer free murders. I wonder where are you hiding the bodies.'
'Why would anyone go there again?' he repeated, then seriously thought about the answer. 
Or he just pretended being serious.
'For various reasons. Hunger, powerty, curiosityyyy...'
'I shall absolve the lessons,' spoke the third man, who had appeared from nowhere.
'Just another fool. You will never come back alive,' replied to the young man's volition the noble.
'Welcome, young master,' having said that, the childish clown opened the door.
A door. It was a tent with a door.
'What now?'
'What would you do if thy volition came to life?'
Sooner than the apprentice would be able to answer, the clown flicked and his customer closed his eyes. He collapsed, and fell into darkness.
'We will see... .'

'The highest court of society, known also as the first among equals, shall now announce the final verdict.'
I did not really pay attention. I was just staring at the black. Everything was covered in black. The ground and even the walls that did not even exist. Before the court an obese woman was standing. She wore only a bra and panties. She was waiting for what the bald, maliciously looking judge was about to say. She looked silly. In the moment I noticed her delighted face I realized the possible plot that was about to happen.
'She is found,' raised his voice the judge, 'ugly!'
Cheered every council member and the jury, except me. About her, she fell to her knees. Her pathetic cries echoed in the hall without walls. It took some time for the people to realize that I, their dear guest, remained silent. Then, they incomprehensibly looked at me and asked.
'Why are you holding back, young lord?'
'Don't you agree with our verdict? Don't you find her ugly?' the number of asking voices was increasing.
I had to summarize and rearrange my thoughts. I did not want to fake my own words.
'Yes, she undeniably is,' I finally spoke up, then continued, 'but so are you all.'
My controversial statement brought misunderstanding at first, but after a second, it outraged every judgmental. The following ruckus hurt my ears.
'How dare you act contemptuously before us, the highest men of society? I demand an explanation from you!'
'It's quite simple...'
'What a coward!' someone yelled in.
'There is no reason to hide the truth. Only hypocrites would tell her what she's not. Even if the standards of beauty are just a mere illusion set by us humans, constantly evolving, indefinite beings... You claim you have accepted yourself, am I right?'
I looked at the woman, whose hopeless countenance almost awakened a feel of guilt in my soul.
'To accept yourself? Don't be kidding. You are blinding yourself. If there is anything to accept, it's failure and rejection. A rejection, which if once is absorbed, turns into a strong volition. And the king's will shall serve the king only, not anyone else, if you understand where am I pointing at. About you, judgmental pricks, there is a vast difference between 'truth' and 'judgment'. If you were who you claim to be, war would be out of question. The true prosperous don't feel the need to crush the weak. They simply drain from them. Your true nature has been revealed. Seems like I won.'
'Enough! Kill him!' ordered the judge.
Everyone, including the subject of judgment, tried to kill me. Even she. The fact of her agression proved my truth. She denied an upper truth and betrayed herself by teaming up with those who despised her mere existence. Although I guessed, no, I knew her nature right, I was able to reveal it. I felt fear. I should have been transferred into somewhere else by that time, but nothing happened. As they were about to tear me apart and bite into my flesh, I finally woke up.
'Ah, you are panting so much,' adressed me the clown who sat in front of me.
'What was that?'
'Look at you. You are all sweaty.'
'Answer me. Why am I back here?! I was on my path... .'
'Calm down,' said he with a smile on his face, and put his index finger on my forehead, 'at the end, everything is just in your head.'
Having said that, the nameless turned and sat down to his piano. He began to play. It was a melancholic composition. I was puzzled.

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