Hear me.

I speak to you from the labyrinths where I am condemned to wander. The illusions that surround me gradually close in and blur my perception until I forget my own name. As I move forward, a murmur born of an ancient breath passes through the stone and slips into my ear, carrying words with prophetic inflections: whoever loses themselves in these places will end up seeing reality merge into the tumults of their psyche and be recomposed as a chimera inhabited by their most intimate fears and desires.

An oracle, draped in its prophecies, then sends me back to my own reflection. For in the shadow of the stone walls prowls a monster armed with my oldest wounds, guarding the entrance to the oubliettes where the forgotten fragments of my past are held captive. In this place that harbours formidable dangers, I must continue my quest, carried by the hope of one day finding the treasure—this inner light lost long ago.

My story, which is also yours, takes shape through the upcoming exhibition by Mégane Voghell: a territory she shapes to conjure anxiety through the fantastical, and where this demiurgic power is exercised—proper to Dungeon Masters and other artists—namely, the power to model, through imagination, worlds capable of unravelling our own.