Well, it's kind of eerie. It's dark. You look around for a while. The air... its very-moist. The texture of the forest room is that of a rugged carpet... fluffy. No. Shaggy, like a wet dog. It's beautiful though, and you really have no idea where you are, all you know is that you feel...blissful. There is a counselor, mingling in the leaves as they dance around the forest floor. It smells of moss and wet earth. Completely untouched. Heaven. It's brand new and it's all yours, all yours to send through a vector to the physical dimension. This imagined dimension is mine to share, and yours to have, but only if you seek to find it. You believe, or so you say, but magic couldn't possibly be real... Or could it? Tell me. If you knew not a light in the world existed but to see the light would you know the difference when you saw the first light of a shadow?
I'm frustrated. Because I can't get this place out of my head and onto paper. It hurts. The portal of two completely opposite dimensions. My hands. My heart. The rhythm pulsates in my veins. Blue, ore is it red?
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