The Portal Anonymous

I am standing there on the threshold. The air is different. It’s lighter with a touch of lavender. The Ivory marble is glistening. It feels cool. It soothes me. In front of me, I see the beckoning white chair. I proceed. The cool dark mat smoothly soothes my feet, tickling me just a bit. The chair is eerie but welcoming. It has a large back but no arm support, which makes it strange for a throne. I sit.

The throne feels as if it’s a part of me. I feel close to the ground through its base. I rest my back and look around. A pond is next to me, empty. On the opposite side, there is a large mirror and a fountain oozing out of its base. The sound of trickling water reminds me of nature: it reminds me of the world I was born into.

I look down on the marble. The reddish veins on the marble etch out my people, my cavalry, my suzerainty. This enclosed place is my kingdom and being the king I have a special kind of control over this world, my world. Ensconced here on the throne, I cast a looming shadow on the marble, which reminds me of my responsibility, my responsibility to my own world, to my own self.

This throne is not only a portal to my future but also a gateway to my past and present. It is a gateway to my own self, my...