You can't decide if it's warm or cold, the sensations blend too much for you to tell them apart. Blinding and smothering, breathe in and out. No shortage of oxygen, but you're breathing water and the formless cube fills your lungs.\n\nYour lungs are the gates to the other side.

It smells like fresh rain, the one from when you splashed around in a puddle. It smells like the mountain air, the one from when you reached the top of the rock and shouted at the top of your lungs.\n\n[[look at it|look at it]]\n[[listen to it|listen to it]]\n[[taste it|taste it]]\n[[touch it|touch it]]

It's colorless, you can barely make it out on your hand, save for light reflecting on the surfaces. Not much to see.\n\n[[listen to it|listen to it]]\n[[smell it|smell it]]\n[[taste it|taste it]]\n[[touch it|touch it]]

It tastes electric. Your tongue tingles and your teeth rattles.\n\n[[look at it|look at it]]\n[[listen to it|listen to it]]\n[[smell it|smell it]]\n[[touch it|touch it]]

Your lungs fill with fire.

There's [[something]] in your hand.\n\n[[open your hand]]

It's a cube.\n\n[img[Untitled-2.gif]]\n\n[[look at it]]\n[[listen to it]]\n[[smell it]]\n[[taste it]]\n[[touch it]]

It's silent, with ever so slight pulsing and humming, in time with your heartbeat. It's as if the cube is in sync with your biorhythm. \n\n[[look at it|look at it]]\n[[smell it|smell it]]\n[[taste it|taste it]]\n[[touch it|touch it]]

It's kind of warm but kind of cold. Almost like holding fire and ice at the same time. It's tiny, only the light emitting from it can be seen in your [[enclosed fist|Start]].\n\n[img[Untitled-1.gif]]\n\n

lungs

It melts in-between your fingers, slithering around the hand like a newborn snake. You panic a little, but the pulsing and humming and the childhood rain and the mountain air and the electricity make you calm, so you just watch it happen, feel it happen.\n\nIs it [[warm]]? Or is it [[cold]]?\nIs it [[both]]?

M. K.

Your lungs fill with ice.