Did he follow you ? You anxiously and constantly stare at the door.

But your unwanted lover does not pass through the doorway. And after ten minutes you start to breathe again. Little by little your eyes get used to the dark. They glance through the place where you stand.
It is a large room with a high ceiling in one single cross arch. The walls show no trimming ; the floor is made of a large paving polished by the years. The room is empty, desperately empty.

You decide to stand up from your hiding place. The cramps you got from your crouched position are hurting you. Thus you can hardly stretch the bow that is your body. Yet you already stand and pace up the place from wall to wall. Nothing catches your sight up here ; you then begin to peer at the floor. Suddenly you spot something. A shiny little disc ; a coin or a metal cap.

You pick it up : it is a golden coin.

You turn it before your eyes. You start to have a strange feeling; it is vague at first and then becomes more precise. Suddenly it is a real premonition : quite confident that something will happen, you throw the coin onto the paving.

Straight away the amazing thing that you sensed occurs like designed by our own mind : at the very spot where the coin fell, at the exact time of the ringing sound, a pile of golden coins appears.
Marvelled by this wonder you pick up a coin from the pile and once more you throw it : same miracle.
Plunging your hand in the heap you now grab a handful. And every single coin multiplies into fifty others when it hits the floor.

1,000 coins roll on the ground, then 1,000 others, then 1,000 more... Intoxicated by the prospect of getting even more, you exult.

There are already 10,000 coins piling up on the paving. Enough to buy a castle in Spain.

Kneeled in them you now throw the coins off in the air with both hands. And all around you the room fills up with golden brightness. Soon the glare lights every corner up to the ceiling.

And all this is yours, only yours. Ha ! Now everything looks so easy. You could afford anything !

To you, human life seemed struck by the sign of deficiency and men condemned to discontent. The possibilities to have seemed limited here below in regard to the endless potential of envy.

Everything is fungible into money, everything dissolves in it : it absolves any disgrace, any vice.
Money makes you look good if you do not, it gives you brain if you have not got any.

And the elite of these three spheres mixes together in a truly conspiring familiarity.

Many, looking at what money can grant, regret nostalgically what they never had as if they had lost it; while craving for possession, with no other limits than the one of its dazzling imagination, does not even see what infinitely more precious it could gain.

By the way, it is happening to you. Focused on counting your future acquisitions, as you revive your childish desires, you do not see that the golden coin piling has lifted you up to the ceiling and that it soon obstructs the door. The room is full and you can touch the ceiling even though you are sitting down.

Horrified, you realise that you are stuck. There is no way to dig your way down to the opening in the heap. Buried alive with your fortune, doomed to starvation or suffocation in the narrow vault left of the room. Who knows which one will take you into the other world...?

It looks like your short and traumatising stay in the Nun of Hell's palace is ending here. Sullen at first, you meditate for long hours on the route you took.

Eventually defeated, you let yourself go to your inevitable end.
Farewell, living on caviar... Little by little you lose all your strength ; it seems that suffocation will take you under...

Sure about your fate, you now say :