Since I was a little girl, I've always wished I could visit all those magical places we read about - Narnia, Middle-Earth, Krynn.. I thought I would never bump into such a world I would fall deeply in love with, not anymore. But then there was one after all.. All-World.
Before I fall asleep, I usually see a dim, round room. Doors. Even a wardrobe. The door I use most frequently is the elven-grey wooden one, leading into misty birch woods. But this time when I step in, I see a new door. What an intriguing keyhole.. seems like something is shining through it. Odd symbols carved upon it - and now I know. That's the one I've been waiting for all of my life. I turn the doorknob and open the door.
Before I even get a look around, the first thing I do, is breathe deeply in. Air is heavy with strange, but not unpleasant scents. It's full of promises, promises of adventures, legends, and the most importantly: it's real.
I know where I am. This is a world entwined with so many others, in so many different levels. Probably this one is the axis of the multiverse, after all. True heroes dwell here, coexisting with the dark creatures I dread to see, but I have to, for it is how it must be.
How can I ever explain how I feel about this place? It fills me with amazement and child-like admiration. I know it's not a paradise, far from that. Yet I feel myself safe here. Souls from the past watch my every step when I walk onward. Though I can't hear, I can feel them singing in my head. Beautiful voices - sad, but it's the kind of sadness that is the twinner of wisdom. They encourage me to go on.
It's like being in a good todash. Being there is real, yet not real. I find amazing depth in the All-World where I do expect to find it - and where I don't expect it. Those moments surprise me, like I had stepped into a friendly quicksand. This is my world, my permanent dream-home. At last.
When I die, I know there will be other worlds than these. I've always known that, but this new door just proves that. I believe Pratchett once said in one of his books that when people die, they end up where they expect to end up in. Heaven, Hell, Hogwarts, you name it. I sure do wish I will end up in a place full of brave gunslingers and witty wise-crackers. And little, furry creatures with golden-rimmed eyes. Till then, I will stay in this todash. Long days, pleasant nights.
Dear people, how do you feel, when you step into All-World? Are your feelings similar to mine, or do you see it differently? I'd be glad to hear your opinions.
