It was a door.
A large black door that I was blindingly feeling up.
When I was done gawking at it, I turned my gaze at the silver
circular handle.
For some odd reason, I knew whatever was beyond this door
I was meant to see, for myself.
So I slowly turned the handle of the door to find a
glaringly white room within.
And in this room was an odd looking man sitting behind
an ancient wooden desk.
The man, who by the way, was staring at me with a faint
smile upon his equally as ancient face.