Bursting through the door Liza and I were startled at the beauty we saw!

We entered a city in a small alleyway and beheld a massive skyline which seemed like it could be from one of our previous lives. A bustling city of spiritual heritage set in a neon fashion.

Steel used everywhere, combined with wooden compliments to the structure and lights hanging from every vantage point.

Glass windows in open plan alignments and tall skyscrapers that showed the skies that they can be reached.

Liza was ecstatic.

She took me by the hand and yelled: This is what I had always dreamed of!

We ran through the crowds of people, magnificent and dignified. There was no discrimination and everyone was not so stern or downtrodden, yet not exhuberant either. Something felt balanced in the way this sort of divinity played out. Not a schizophrenic culture that went through massive highs and suicidal lows, but one that had class.

The women were dressed provocatively in black with neon colors in their hair and tight outfits, while the men were bolstering muscle and shirts that did not imply that they were merely interested in physical attributes.

It seemed as though this culture had made it past debauchery and was now taking into account values while still playing their cards right when it came to beauty and elegance in its new forms.

We got to a place that lead deep above and below ground.

We were in the center and its name read something unpronounceable. It was a place one would make a promise to ones lover.

Liza approached the booth in which a curious lady had awaited yet another couple.

After a few questions and answers we were lead to a chapel.

We did not get dressed in any new wear and as is we were lead to take spots opposite one another. The priest said a few words and the final question to me was: Do you think she would have you?

I was not allowed to answer.

Helpers took us apart and we were made to sit in our rooms while ceremonies were set up.

Half an hour later there was another meeting with Liza, I and another priest – this time the last question was: Do you think she will have you?

I looked at Liza and she gave me a glint.

With a spell my mouth was forced shut.

This procedure went on for a good many questions, with various subtleties until I got so damn fed up that before the priest could ask his next question I took Liza and kissed her passionately.

The illusions on this plane collapsed one by one and people disappeared into fragmented bits of computerized color blocks, while walls melted and crashed all around us.

This entire place was dissolving.

After a good make-out session Liza looked at me with happy eyes and said: You like what I can create in this illusionary place?