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[b]A few blocks away from the park?	                              						[s][i][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncEmAJYA13U]bGuREjBEyQ qhATrbA[/url][/i][/s][/B]


Hans' steps were quiet and muffled as he followed the strange pink strand up towards the doorway. In the eerie, silent foggy world that he had found himself in, the ajar door, allowing only a small peek into the darkness within, was the only other thing beyond him that could signify the presence of actual life. Everything else - from the aging brick of the house to the greying concrete to the dully-coloured grass - was hazy ... indistinct.

The door didn't change as his approach closed in upon it. Even despite the faint golden fog that tinged everything, he could see an inky blackness past that small gap, and the barely visible tiling of the genkan that awaited.

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"Hey kid, you fine?" asked the woman concernedly as Ishido fell onto the grass, eyebrows raising up even though her eyes were obscured by her shades. "I dunno - uh, I'm not sure of this pink light that you're seeing. Do you need to see-"

She was stepping closer, but the final words never made it out of her throat. The strange atmosphere fell over Ishido, and suddenly, the woman was gone. In an instant, the world had transformed from the clarity he had expected into a hazy, golden fog. Every sense was dulled. Even the discomfort from his fall would feel like nothing.

The scent of grass wasn't there. Everything had adopted an indistinct aura.

The woman was gone.

The only thing behind him was a shimmering membrane, a flickering illusion that seemed to disappear every time he would close his eyes. It was the only source of noise, particularly when even his phone no longer seemed to be as active, pulsing faintly with strange, familiar sounds, but they were gone as soon as they had arrived, waxing and waning with the membranous air's fading and materialising. An eerie pall.

Except ... it wasn't the only source of a faint sound.

Ahead of him, closer to the ajar door of the house was a boy. A boy of his age, seemingly following the ethereal strand of pink.

A boy that seemed curious about the house.