Written on July 31, 2013
Mountains of abandoned furniture, books, potions, and clothing tower over you as you continue to wander through the large cathedral-sized room. Items from centuries ago litter the bottoms of the piles; newer objects adorn the tops. Smells of mold and mildew fill your nose. Dust lines everything here, creating a monochrome of grey as far as the eye can see. But for that one blue thing in the corner. What is that? You draw nearer and nearer to the one colored object in the large room and discover that it is, in fact, a very blue police box.
Strange.
Strange.