Chapter 3- Between Two Worlds

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Between two worlds life hovers like a star, twixt night and mourn, upon the horizons verge. -Lord Byron

It was just a few minutes before sunrise when I arrived at my destination. Now I just needed to find number 1004. The road was tinted with various shades of orange and pink, I walked down the road a heavy sense of adventure slowly coming over me. The houses which lined the road were nothing less than extravagant some looked as if they had come out of a fairy-tale, other's looked as old as time along with the occasional penthouse of which screamed rich. This was definitely a sight to behold and yet none of them was number 1004. A crashing wave of anxiety hit me when I realised, I was almost at the end of the road.

Just then something caught my eye. A faint glimmer in the distance. I turned my head towards it. That glimmer turned into a spark that felt as if it consumed me. And just like magic a road lay in front of me.

 And just like magic a road lay in front of me

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I stood there in disbelief, slowly recollecting myself before cautiously walking up the road. The air here seemed fresher and the atmosphere was truly relaxing. For the first time in what felt like years I felt at peace. I continued up the road curious of what it led to. Soon I started to see glimpses of a house through the thickness of the trees. I continued walking up the road a little faster this time, eager to see more of this building.

Finally, I reached the house, well it seemed more like a castle. It took but a brief moment for me to take it all in from the majestic spires that reached high into the sky to the enchanting windows sparkling in the light of the morning sun.

I took it upon myself to ascend the steps of this hidden wonder and was soon met face to face with a large ebony door. Gathering all my courage I knocked on the door. The door opened and my eyes met were met with the sight of a kind-looking old man in a suit of the most pristine fabric.

He stared at me for a minute before calling out.

"Mr Gojo, you have a visitor!"


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