Well, there is the idea of change. And of distance. There is the idea of form, and perturbance; they mix aggressively until seamless and lost in the magnitude of a divine resoultion. There is a darkness now, teeming.
There is the idea of a golden door, the space between you and it, and other things besides.
There is a flash of familiarity, and in the following instant it slips away.
What finally persists are shadows of memories–things you once recognized but now look strange. By some eventless change in perspective, the shadows have depth.
And here they are.
15th place (out of 53) in the 21st Annual Interactive Fiction Competition.
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