...a place of unlimited darkness.
“Where are the doors?” they asked nerviously. “We can’t see any doors...”
“Be careful where you step!” said a cold voice. “This spot is taken.” Dozens of eyes blinked at us in the Stygian gloom.
By the time my uncertain visitors turned to ask me what to do I was already far away.
“There are no doors,” said the voice. “You are here with the rest of us now...”
Even my bellowing laughter couldn’t fill this space.
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