Alecksander stepped inside his stage prop and listened to the doors close behind him. But he heard nothing else – from them. The instant he became doused in darkness he emerged into another room, as had been the plan. He froze in motion and held his breath with an eerie expectation of the unknown, instead of making haste for the door where he could reenter the stage. He had not come out into the right room. He could feel the moisture in the damp stone walls that surrounded him in the dimly lit area he entered. It seemed like a cave.
Romance through the mists of time and Love through the dimensions of reality