"Once you enter, there's no turning back." I continue to follow the glorious shimmer. The closer I draw, the more its radiance increases. I make my way through a large network of over ground trees and branches. I find myself having to use my machete to sift through the tough brush. Its as if there's something hidden here. Something forbidden. After some hard work, I slip out of contorted mess. I am faced with an open field. Although the area is spotless, the sky is fully obstructed by branches. Not a shade of light permeates through. However, there's a light source coming from the center of the field. Its a door, covered in vines and moss. The door is partially open with the light shimmering from the crevis. This is it. I thrust the door open and lay my eyes upon a pristinely kept mirror. The mirror is covered in a thick, angelic haze of light. It doesnt show my reflection. I move my hand towards it. Strange black colored veins follow my finger's movements. Eventually, they all converge at the point where my finger will touch the glass. I touch the point, generating an offputting squish. The fleshy substance inside the small space writhes and contracts. The veins start rapidly climbing up my finger. I come to my senses as reality strikes. "There's no turning back." I try to pull myself from the mirror but I'm stuck. The veins that were wrapped around my finger are now infesting every inch of my skin. Black tentacles jut from the mirror and grasp me. Effectively, I'm frozen in time. The mirror's brightness grows exponentially as I am dragged and crushed up against the mirror. Its so bright, my only useable sense is touch. The only feeling I have is my face against the brittle, cold glass. Then, the impossible happens; the glass becomes nothing but air. I pass through it, as if I'm a ghost.