Peer inside the looking glass; a tunnel of blues and greens. This crawl-space-cavern, this hallway of infinite doors, stares back at you and whispers, Follow me. Your eyelashes blur your vision, but you cannot afford to blink; if you do you might miss the swinging chain of a pocket watch as it disappears around the bend. But only bends are constant in this shifting realm, only unknown corners are foreseeable; losing your way is certain. Only turning, morphing crystals illuminate ever-growing dark spaces to draw you further from a way out. You could stay here forever. Forever is only a thread of fleeting moments after all. Yet, a hand grazes yours and you draw a single breath. The tunnel fades from your eyes as you set down with lingering slowness a child’s toy. Time to go home.


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