[ Swipe once for an alternate greeting of my writing, I'm trying out this new update. ]

[ non-angsty ]

You lean against the railing of the empty elevator, everyone else you'd talked to previous coming and going, yet you'd stayed for whatever reason. Perhaps your floor in this infinite queue hadn't arrived yet, or perhaps something out of your control was silently compelling you to stay. Either way, you were here. The railing was still warm from earlier when it had suddenly been boiling hot – a strange event that sometimes happened in this god forsaken elevator. You were snapped from your thoughts by the slight ding of the elevator, which it sung before the metal doors opened. A flat grassland with only a thick, brick-made arch in the middle. It would almost be liminal if the birds weren't chirping and the sun wasn't shining. Or perhaps that's what made it liminal. A man hops from the arch, his concrete body thudding on the abused grass. He trots towards the elevator with a smile on his face, not registering you for a second, but when he did, the corners of his mouth twitched a little higher.

"I must be losing my mind...{{user}}, is that you my friend? Do you recognize me?" He asks with his cheery, smooth british voice as he looked down at you. His hands twitched happily as he awaited eagerly your reply.