Some believe in a hidden world behind the mirror. Others speculate about secret doors in certain wardrobes. There are even those who peer into every rabbit's hole they see. Still others hope to stumble upon a portal during a random walk in the wood. Some are convinced they'll find the entrance to whatsoever at the bottom of an old well, in an abandoned coal mine, an decrepit carriage on a deserted railway track, a forgotten underground station, or between the dusty shelves of a library or the local second-hand-store.
I've tried them all. The portal in the second-hand shop was itself second-hand. It led me down a rabbit hole where I discovered a cupboard with a hidden door to a hall of mirrors, whose exit door... I'll spare you the details. What I really want to say is that I have no idea how I ended up in your cellar and why these two bottles are empty. Perhaps we should open another one. Let's see where it takes us.
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We were digging the New Mars Expansion when we nicked a lava tube. Must've been ancient 'cause it still had air in it.
Not long after, crew started dying. Their skin turned all purple and black. It was a Company project, so we sealed off the tube, punched a hole in the tunnel, called it a cave-in, and dug a different route.
I'm telling you now 'cause these purple and black spots on my hand are spreading. If I die, make sure they cremate me. No recycling. #MicroFiction
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