How does one touch that which cannot be touched or see that which cannot be seen? One never truly knows the why or the how, sometimes things just happen.
You are standing at door in the middle of nowhere. Its name is unknown and its key is imagination. You search for the lock, but cannot find any. Suddenly a click is heard and the door opens to reveal...
More questions than answers fill your head. You look around you. A white expanse of desolation sprawls over into the horizon. Only the door appears to be real. With no other options, you look towards the darkness within. It seems inviting.
As you pass over the threshold, the door and all you know of the world outside slowly fades away into darkness. As you pause to take in all that has transpired, you notice several incongruities of this place.
Even in the absence of light, you could actually see, albeit only for a few meters around you. A fog of grey, black and everything in between hangs around you like a veil. It wafts and dances around you as it caresses you in its wake. Within the void of darkness many curious things lay hidden; things that cannot be described with words but only with feelings. Playful, mysterious and oppressive all at the same time. You press on, regardless.
Secondly, you feel a strange sense of familiarity emanating from something in front of you. A silhouette appears in the fog. It appears round. You strain yours eyes but are unable to see anything else. It moves towards you, formless, curious and forbidding; the mists of darkness distorting around it to betray small hints of its ghostly form. What am I, it seems to ask you.
It knows not what it is, but you do.