Outside. You hear the sound of water and wind. A night sky spreads over the sandy landscape. For the first time, you know that this is somewhere, measurable and finite. The walls of the room stand solid with you in the middle.

A chill breeze welcomes you to the shoreline. A lighthouse stands tall in the distance. Once a while, the beam sweeps across your face. Your feet sink into the sand as you walk.

Author: The story is on a bit of a hiatus until I get inspired again. If you want to see more, don't hesitate to contact me.