END OF THE TUNNEL
As you try to touch the stars you can feel that they are holes between brick-like things. You push your hands through one of them and the tunnel starts collapsing. You hear medium-sized objects falling to the ground. Some of them hit you on your shoulders and your head. Strangely, they don’t hurt you. You feel their weight, but their touch is more like a tap on your back, not like actual bricks hitting you. Suddenly you find yourself in a smaller room. To your right, there is a wall of glass, but it’s surface isn’t flat: it seems to be made of glass pyramids in different sizes that connect to one another in every imaginable angle. Daylight is bleeding into this room through this giant prism. You see a door in the middle of it. But if you look closely: the reflection of the room makes you turn around and look at it.