Officially recognized by international administrations as a dimensionally misplaced relic from another world, the Hallway of Windows’ governing entity opened limited touring, to the surprise of all whose interests had been piqued by the phenomenal news stories, and thus firsthand accounts of the experience began to flood the internet. Tens of thousands of words in some entries, less than a hundred in others—stories varied and onlookers began to theorize how the variance of experience could be so wide and distinct even within one person’s account of two windows, let alone two people’s accounts of the same window.
Learning the hard way about the hallway’s mandatory magic curfew, some lucky guests were taken somewhere. To outsiders, the hallway appeared to simply evaporate. To insiders, the hallway’s doors slithered close, as if organic, while the room acoustics gradated from hallway to high heavens, blindsiding the senses before installing a wind force that would be agreeable to be labeled by non-meteorologists as hurricane-force. Suddenly finding themselves on a bridge in the sky, each story diverts: some say they spent an eternity in the sky, walking in unknown cardinal directions, watching the birth of some stars while some moons waxed, watching the bursting of some stars set while some moons waned; some say it was like a dream—unable to recount all the details, sure that it happened, a remarkable sense that it was a collective experience in which each person comes away with only a fragment of the full perspective; some say it was dark—pitch dark with no sensory stimulation or sensory expression possible.
Only after there were zero outside eyes on the hallway’s last known location did it appear out of thin air without fanfare. Insiders didn’t rush out—they sauntered orderly, carrying something intangible in their hearts and minds that would be shared with all who perceive them for the rest of their lives, silently transmitting a few lines of ethereal code whose effects weren’t describable in English for at least a millennia.
It was clear to outsiders that this relic wasn’t initially declared to be safe to be toured by their own kind. After notice of its return, the hallway was never reported to behave supernaturally again.
Have you read house of leaves?
i think the hallway of windows is a kardashian