Arshel's eyes were wide awake, open and didn't blink.
The blue rays of electric lights flowing in and out from a wooden arch door reflecting to his deep dark eyes and to his silvery white threads. Mirroring to his pale and almost translucent skin due to lack of sunlight.
The decrepit two wooden arch door is the sole proof that another dimension and theory about creation of portals is true and can build up with vast knowledge of the world.
If Earth is made of Protons, Electrons and Neutrons then other worlds can be also made of those, right? However, to Arshel this cannot be fully supported considering that this is still the first successful outcome. Maybe the attempts exceed the daily limit even so he hasn't explored it or thought about the full capabilities of this portal.
The thoughts about that didn't get inside of his mind.
Arshel is in awe. The sight in front of him is comparable to great works of art of the famous painters in the renaissance period. The color was alive and moving viz. to the sight he felt when his mother and him went to the art museum. This might be exaggerated but seeing the blood, sweat, tears and saliva that he sacrificed for this, how can he pass this important chance?
Arshel ambled towards the door emitting an arctic blue to deep royal blue color of electric lights. Its frame is already being eaten by bugs and getting pulverized inside. The big and heavy shoes that didn't match the small feet of him created and 'tud-tad' sounds.
If someone sees him, they might think that this man is crazy, smiling ear to ear, eyes that hold great happiness and rushing towards a strange old arch brown wooden door that gushes out some light.
Without any second thoughts he held the vintage rusty entrance door handle. The half closed door opened wide.
The middle aged man didn't feel there was anything wrong. The electric current that emits from the door didn't harm or hurt him, only leaving a strange warm temperature to his body. Nevertheless, the door suddenly sucked him inside, pulling him forcefully. Arshel on the other hand, only relying on the old rusty door handle didn't help.
The screw loosened and the handle broke letting the man be sucked.
Arshel who is still in dazed, mind is still empty yet showering compliments the door that is now taking his life. His face was plastered only in awe without any glint of being frightened and alarmed.
As he was being sucked completely. The decrepit old wooden arch door instantly closed and started self decaying. It's pulverizing itself.
The man in the other part of the door was nowhere to be found. No speck of his life essence and the dust of his presence are in sight in the wide white room that was pervaded by the darkness; The moon, a glowing yellowy white, loomed large, surrounded by an ethereal glow. Millions of stars were sprinkled behind it, a few large ones but mostly a multitude of little white pin pricks.— it shone escaping from the glass roof of the empty room.
Arshel consciousness is firmly holding strong but his train of thoughts aren't working. His mind is empty, feeling his body and trying to move even one of his fingers though his motor neurons didn't respond.
The deadly quiet surrounding was soothing to his ears. This is the first time he has tasted peace and calm. His life is all about proving the existence of other dimensions that stop his childhood to taste happiness. Nevertheless, it's worth it. His days may be cut off due to his profession but not the happiness that he feels.
Arshel straight away remembers the stories he heard from his mother. From children's stories to fairy tales, myths to history. Arshel that time believed that those are all true as he was just a child and still blooming with great care.
One of his favorite myths that can be considered one of the tales and Fictional is The Tale of the World Consciousness. The title is not the same as the contents. Saying that the world has consciousness but the truth is the god actually the world and has it consciousness. That god is unlike the others. He holds the balance of evil and righteousness, he strings everyone creating their own flaws, accidents and daily life. That god has their own pillars that hold and support the god. Starting from the Son of the Creation, Cousin of Agriculture, Mother of Wisdom, Daughter of Fertility, Uncle of War and Aunt of Peace, the name sounds ridiculous but it changes drastically as the time passes by. The Son of the Creation has been forgotten and remain air with no proof of existence, The Cousin of Agriculture changed into Divinity of Agriculture, The Mother of Wisdom changed into the Deity of Wisdom and Sagacity, The Daughter of Fertility was given a name and changed into Beatrice of Fertility, the Uncle of War changed into Midas Wrath while the Aunt held no title and shrine and became a daily greet.
Those stories have no connections whatsoever in the world Earth. Different Religions were established there to achieve the goals of salvation for oneself and others.
Arshel is an Atheist, believing no god. If religions are mood, we can say Arshel, sometimes a Nihilism: generally rejected the values and beliefs saying that those are baseless and that nothing can be known or communicated. Scientist mostly is someone who systematically gathers and uses research and evidence, to make hypotheses and test them, to gain and share understanding and knowledge, testing them through various means such as statistics and data and formulate conclusions based on the evidence.
Arshel can be considered as one of the Scientist but on the illegal side. Unpermitted experimenting and researching get away from the Government thanks to Arshel's family fortune. His 30 years of sacrifice for this portal... Turn into ashes.
Is he dead? No, there is not enough logical thinking that he is dead and falls into one.
Arshel again tried to move even one of his fingers. Instead of his fingers moving, his eyelids open revealing a black naro orbs.
The orbs roamed around to see the place where he is right now but only the darkness welcomed him.
Forcing his body to move will waste his stamina, time and focus concentration to this black and empty space.
As Arshel barely has time to read, he is kinda thankful to have some knowledge about where he is. He is not part of those Otaku that have a different attitude and understanding about what is happening. He sometimes read stories with systems, accidentally stumbling to transmigration and reincarnation and he is more on sci-fi with male as a protagonist. He hates harem.
A glimmer of lights appear. Scattered like a stars in an empty dark space, soon a thick fog occupied the vast dark space and form. Swirling, circling around.
There he is, still lying due to the fact that he can't move and feel his body. With the little lights, Arshel can see the floor where he is lying down. The sight of it was hard to explain. Made of water but he doesn't feel wet. It was an incredible sight.
Mesmerizing the sight in front of his open wide eyes, a sudden pain struck to him enough to feel that his head is self splitting. Different voices of kids, teenagers, to middle and old echoing to his ears and to his mind.
He can't understand what they are saying but some of the words are clear that he immediately scared him.
"Y-you...." It's not him but them.
"—Mishapssssssss..." The longer the words, the heavier the pain pinning his head.
Different languages with different voices.
He can't assist his head to ease the pain he is suffering. The blood wanting to go out from his mouth didn't go out as if was there is something blocking its way.
Arshel is suffering. The throbbing brain of him infected his organ that caused throbbing too. The immense pain he is feeling can not be described.
"You, The Tale of Mishaps."