There exists a long corridor
with many doors along each wall.
To the left are doors of dark brown
with a dark shadow being cast from
the small cracks between them and the floor,
and a red necktie nailed to the center of each.
Sitting neatly above every one are pink masks
displaying the same expressions of rage.
To the right are doors of bright tan
with a white light shining
from the cracks beneath,
and a kitchen apron nailed to their centers.
Sitting crookedly above those are light blue masks
displaying an emotionless expression.
Two beings,
a male and a female,
traverse down this corridor hand-in-hand,
with smirks on their faces.
What is this place?
They do not concern themselves with that question
for they already know the answer.
Why does it exist?
How did they arrive here?
They have always been here.
It has always existed within both of them,
for it is a product of their experiences in life.
The pair continue ahead
as the ceiling and floor
become enveloped in darkness.
The neckties hiss
and lunge forward at the male,
not unlike snakes,
while fire begins to
shoot out from beneath the doors.
The aprons growl and bark in fury
at the female
like rabid dogs,
as a freezing air is released
from beneath the doors' cracks.
With their eyes forward,
they continue on hand-in-hand,
unwaivering in the face of such intimidation.
Alone, they may have relented and retreated,
but they walk together against it all.
Criticisms,
judgements,
and the like,
no longer have power over them;
they gained power together,
and together they will now exert that power.
Reaching the end,
they find a tree decorated with
a red bow, a light blue bow,
a pink ribbon, a silver ribbon,
and the trunk glowing with a golden aura.
They turn and gaze into each others' eyes
for a moment,
then simultaneously place a hand on the tree.
As they become enveloped by the golden light,
they both smile their most loving smile
with a knowing, understanding, and happiness
towards what is to come.