I am greeted by the host at the door that holds no answers but rather asks the questions. In the absence of light is where I seek to find imaginary stillness and gleams of the unrealistic. The host was tall, statuesque, and quiet. Walking towards the door the host bows gracefully allowing me to glance only at what can be described as an intimidating behemoth of a door. With every step the hosts body changes removing its center as if to show what it was made of. The dark metallic structure never uttered a single word but communicated through hand gestures and simple head nods to satisfy my inquisitive notion as to what exactly I should do here. It walks with me toward the entrance doors and cautions me not to speak. Standing to the right the host glances at me and tilts its head towards the door motioning me to look up at the hands that will allow me passage into the new world. The door was gargantuan and suede colors unseen by the human eye. The hands danced in different motions as if it to hypnotize me and work its way through the doors inside my head. My eyes are of no use to me since the alien lights nearly blind my sense. The hands stop at open face and a break in the door is noticeable. The host raises its arm and points into the unknown world that lies ahead. There are no clouds, there is no sun, no stars, and no sky. What seemed to be platforms floating in mid air, forms of beings are spotlighted and are only visible to those that which the door allows. The host is of no use to me of the exception of keeping my company and guides me through the entrance in hopes of creating and molding a difference in perception.
