You opened your eyes and knew this never existed.
And your torn apart to stand at the crossroads,
Gesturing forward to the faceless society,
Stopping the flood with the match you collected.
Breaking apart into islands of light,
Spinning into infinity.
And your finding yourself desperately searching between its curves
Only to see the hallway flooded once again
And the voice of silence sings "its only appearance is through that door".
Yet we are all simultaneously existing with its light
And you've already reached the future checkpoint.
Your turn up your ears and the silence sings once again
"There lies true beauty.
Behind that door lies paradise."