A bright, sunny, clear area stretched in front of me. As I walk on I encounter a little glum box, seeming thoroughly out of place in this setting. I halt confused as I stare at it, pondering; for some reason I feel compelled to open it’s door and reveal its insides.
I step in and immediately become engulfed in darkness. I stumble around and find something to sit on. Gloomy as it is, its still a relief to change this bright setting, although through the cracks in the walls the sunlight still blares inside this darkness. Albeit the melancholy surroundings I become inexplicably comfortable inside the little box.
After a while of sitting inside I begin to feel the first pangs of misery, seeping into me like a sudden injection. The darkness around me starts to feel much more real. As I start to deteriorate inside I look at the cracks of sunlight inside the box. It seems to halt the stream of despair trying to course through me. I think about a way out, it’s hard to get up and find my way out of this in the darkness, but I finally stumble out into the sunlight.
At first it’s blinding, a relief, something familiar yet now a bit unfamiliar. It would be a while before I visited the little box again.
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