The door. The entrance to the world he always dreamed about. The door was in sight now, suspended in the air, on a line of music.
In front, the Guardian. He knew a mysterious entity would have tried to stop him right at the entrance, right in the end of his lifetime path.
A mysterious entity, suddenly changing morphology, appearance, dynamics.
White…. all around. White as the sum of all the lights of the world. The entity was silent, surrounded by birds, or other entities, in the shape of birds.
He felt the closeness to the door, and the irrevocable need to cross it. The Guardian was not stopping him, but rather silently interrogating him through the notes and the sing of these bird-shaped entities. He felt himself ready to be lost. But after this long path he didn’t accept the surrender, and started to silently answer all questions.
And the entity was closer and closer, suddenly changing morphology, appearance, dynamics in front of him.