I can't seem to remember the House of Flux, at all, though I am sure 
I was there, at least one time. Except for when I read your 
descriptions, which I do remember, then it seems like a place I may 
once have visited, I certainly don't recall it as more than a 
forgotten dream.

Yet, there is a memory of an atmosphere, a denseness of air, 
alternating damp and dry. It's the kind you can slice and see, lots 
of bubbles, almost underwater-like, like London sometimes, quite hazy 
& foggy. Except when the wind changes, then it's clear glistening as 
a stream, moonlight or first bright daylight.

Though I can recollect only as it is told to me, there are 
incontrovertible signs that I was there. Or could it be that is what 
this place is now, and the forest obscures the trees?

Here's a map:
http://www.kforer.com/fluxhouse/

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