The Cube

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We drive a convertible along a stretched up road that could go on for miles. We bask in the sun that shines brightly upon our skin and take a deep breath of the crisp air. Air with such a fresh scent that I haven't smelled in so long.

I smile along with my friends as we listen to the music on the radio. I'm at the backseat with one other girl and two guys at the front.

We smile and we dance and we lift our arms up as the wind flows through our hair and past our fingers that reach for the sky. No one is initiating a conversation, just listening and dancing along. I have no knowledge on who these people are but we seem to be getting along quite well, so I don't try to ruin the mood by asking who they are or if I know them.

Do they even speak?

Everyone's been enjoying the music but not once in this car ride have I heard a word or sound come out from their mouths. Nevertheless I take pleasure in this experience.

Calming down from all this excitement and happiness, I start to be aware and take note of my surroundings.

We are driving on a road that is floating in air. Just the idea of it confuses me. There is no ground below it and no support to hold this road up. I channel out the radio's music and try as much as I could to look under the road. And I was baffled to find out what lies below it.

More roads floating in the air.

They stretch as far as the eye can see. They intersect one another, they go over other roads. Some are yet to be finished and others even have dead-ends.

It felt like a few hours of me just staring below until we reached our final destination. A guy at the front motions for my attention and points at what lies ahead of us.

A gigantic opaque glass cube levitating amidst the floating roads. I take a closer look and it appears that all the roads are connected to that cube, as if it's the center of this universe serving as a bridge to other highways. Looking around my supposed peers it doesn't appear like their first time entering that cube. They possess calm faces as we near one of the entrances to the cube, a cube now looking intimidating with its glass exterior emmitting a mysterious aura, making me curious as to what's inside.

"What's with that expression? It ain't your first time y'know." Driver Guy chuckles.

So they can speak.

However I push that thought to the back of my mind as I realize what he just said. I've been here?

I close my eyes and massage my temples, trying to recall any memory of me ever entering that weird glass cube.

None comes up to mind.

As the line of cars started getting shorter, we grew closer and closer towards the entrance of the cube. However, what I found curious about is how there's no such entrance. Just the glass itself, sort of like a mirror, bouncing off the ray of lights emitted from the sun. And what worried me most was this unexplainable feeling of anxiety each second we inched towards the flat surface of the cube's side.

Without realizing we entered. The car went through like the glass was a hologram. And contained within this cube was a breath-taking experience, a first experience despite learning that I've been here before many times.

It was like I was seeing the whole world all in one. The inside was still a cube, but it exhibited many establishments and buildings. Roads were everywhere, criss-crossing to different directions leading to the outside and more. There were malls and stores, restaurants, companies, houses and buildings, on each side of the cube. Even the roof! The sun comes through the top, rays of sunshine brightening up the whole interior. In contrast to its exterior, the inside was way bigger than you'd initially think. As my amusement finally started to settle, I remembered about my friends. Or rather, companions I don't remember well. They were still vibing with the music.

It's this feeling at the pit of my stomach that keeps me unwell. Being aware of the unknown and having to push down the anxiety of being inside. Although it's all bright and cheery, I can never come to trust the real intention of the cube.

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