Diorama [1/?]
anonymous
March 11 2010, 21:47:09 UTC
Stained, cold shade of grey reflecting upon glittering glass surface. Creaky sound of rusty metal bearings brushing against each other.
The elevator continued to go upwards with a dim, quiet buzzing. The boy in the middle of the machine was staring to the little screen above the door and watched the red neon numbers increasing-he would have dropped the counting after 200.
He discreetly glanced at his companion, a young woman dressed in a black and red suit that was most likely a uniform. She was leaning to the other wall of the elevator with an indifferent expression, though a mysterious but somewhat creepy little smile was playing on her lips. He wanted to ask her several things, but he wasn’t sure if she was willing to answer.
‘If you have a question, feel free to ask. I’m here at your service.’ The smile she gave him afterwards was borderline creepy. The boy quickly avoided her strange, reddish gaze.
‘Wh-where are we going?’ he muttered.
‘Regarding the elevator’s speed, direction and angular offset or any other preferred detail of modern space transportation, we can confirm with a 100% certainty that we are going upwards. But if you are more interested in the real destination I’m afraid I can’t be at help. You should be the one who is figuring out that little detail.’
‘What do you mean?’
She began to walk towards the boy, but in the end stopped at one of the glass walls of the machine and pointed outside.
‘What do you see?’ She was still smiling the smile that was giving chills to the teenaged boy. He stared outside, but couldn’t figure out what the other meant.
‘Nothing.’
‘Incorrect. You can’t see “nothing”. Nothing equals nil; nil as in one of the greatest and most mysterious existence in this world what exist in and by its non-existence. So in other words you simply cannot see anything that not exists. So what do you see outside?’
‘Space. Air’ answered the boy quietly.
‘Better. If you observe the existence you called “air” more closely, what do you notice?’
The space around the elevator was dusty grey coloured and its density seemed a bit bizarre. Strange as it sounds, it seemed thicker, somewhat messier than any normal clear air, not to mention its colour. It swirled like a slow whirlpool. The teen stared into its centre. At first it seemed normal, but then he noticed something inside, something multicoloured glistening.
‘There’s… There’s something inside the air!’ The dark haired woman just shook her head knowingly. He observed a little bit more that colourful spot. It was swirling in a very quick motion that was hard to follow with the eyes-it almost seemed immobile.
‘A parallel world?’
‘Exactly. Reality beside - or among - the actuality of the small piece of the universe you call your reality, one of the many realities you can find in this place.’
‘So this place is… another reality?’
‘Indeed. You might as well call it a closed space.’
‘Closed space?’
‘It’s a fragment of another world unintentionally left in this time and space.’
The elevator continued to go upwards with a dim, quiet buzzing. The boy in the middle of the machine was staring to the little screen above the door and watched the red neon numbers increasing-he would have dropped the counting after 200.
He discreetly glanced at his companion, a young woman dressed in a black and red suit that was most likely a uniform. She was leaning to the other wall of the elevator with an indifferent expression, though a mysterious but somewhat creepy little smile was playing on her lips. He wanted to ask her several things, but he wasn’t sure if she was willing to answer.
‘If you have a question, feel free to ask. I’m here at your service.’ The smile she gave him afterwards was borderline creepy. The boy quickly avoided her strange, reddish gaze.
‘Wh-where are we going?’ he muttered.
‘Regarding the elevator’s speed, direction and angular offset or any other preferred detail of modern space transportation, we can confirm with a 100% certainty that we are going upwards. But if you are more interested in the real destination I’m afraid I can’t be at help. You should be the one who is figuring out that little detail.’
‘What do you mean?’
She began to walk towards the boy, but in the end stopped at one of the glass walls of the machine and pointed outside.
‘What do you see?’ She was still smiling the smile that was giving chills to the teenaged boy. He stared outside, but couldn’t figure out what the other meant.
‘Nothing.’
‘Incorrect. You can’t see “nothing”. Nothing equals nil; nil as in one of the greatest and most mysterious existence in this world what exist in and by its non-existence. So in other words you simply cannot see anything that not exists. So what do you see outside?’
‘Space. Air’ answered the boy quietly.
‘Better. If you observe the existence you called “air” more closely, what do you notice?’
The space around the elevator was dusty grey coloured and its density seemed a bit bizarre. Strange as it sounds, it seemed thicker, somewhat messier than any normal clear air, not to mention its colour. It swirled like a slow whirlpool. The teen stared into its centre. At first it seemed normal, but then he noticed something inside, something multicoloured glistening.
‘There’s… There’s something inside the air!’ The dark haired woman just shook her head knowingly. He observed a little bit more that colourful spot. It was swirling in a very quick motion that was hard to follow with the eyes-it almost seemed immobile.
‘A parallel world?’
‘Exactly. Reality beside - or among - the actuality of the small piece of the universe you call your reality, one of the many realities you can find in this place.’
‘So this place is… another reality?’
‘Indeed. You might as well call it a closed space.’
‘Closed space?’
‘It’s a fragment of another world unintentionally left in this time and space.’
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