"Yarrgh" I blabber incoherently as I try to grab the air around me. I tried to smite the very air around me with my clenched fists. As it was choking with a benign pink haze. It was confronting, menacing in fact.

A man stepped roughly through the haze and waved a single dazzling arm, showering in stars. I was drawn to this man's illumination, like a moth to a flame.
"Come with me, my boy. I will show you the universe." he said, holding out his shining hand, gesturing for me to take hold. I clenched tightly around his hand, struggling to find meaning in this confusing room of mists. The room shook, the sounds of gushing winds arose from the deepest recesses of reality. Or strangely enough, what seemed to be real. The pink haze was blown afar into the corner, solidifying into a solid pink lump of swirling sludge, then it sank through the cracks of a set of metal tiles, showing a rather lustrous sheen. Just before that sludge had sunk away, I think I seen something. A face? No, of course not.

I turned to the man who had a firm grip around my hand. He nodded slightly and peered up into the ceiling. His beard was quite a jungle. You could of lost your own dog within the tides of furious hair. The room once again shook. The floor suddenly fell underneath me into the abyss. The roof collapsed in upon itself, then spun around into a central point, until vanishing, which made a rather high pitched "Ting". The sky beckoned with the thousand crazed faces of clowns, pasty faces with no distinguishable features. They laughed manically, pushing their way into view, staring down provocatively. A plethora of dark pasty hands rose up from the dark abyss far below. They stretched like elastic, straining to reach for their prize.

Before they had the chance to claim me, the man pushed off of the thin air with his feet. I was wrenched skywards past the manic faces, off into the skies far above. A brilliant trail of starlight was left in the old man's wake, that poured out of his slippers. All was black, it was sophisticating me more so than the pink haze. Wind swept across my clothes, making me furiously cold. The old man didn't flinch a muscle. His eyes half open, squinting through the darkness. His ridiculous looking nightcap, with a fluffy pompom swaying frantically in the winds. Slapped him constantly in the face, but never once annoyed his being.

Light suddenly burst through the darkness. Trails of clouds dispersed as we emerged from within its dark depths. Moonlight magically shone over the clouds, lacing them with silver. Thick fields of glowing plants lined the surface of the moon, swaying like grass in a gentle breeze.

The bearded man pointed towards a moon bathed island, grazing gently across the clouds. Thick weeds dangled down craggy rock. Gently being kissed by a harsh south wind, hallowed oaks swayed in elegance among raspberry bushes and brambles. We gingerly set back down on solid ground, within a clearing of soft, dew touched grass.

Two sets of roots were razed through the dirt, smoothly topping off just a metre out of the ground, resembling stools. They grew out either side of a tree stump, that had a elegant cheeseboard carved along the top of its base. Platinum chess pieces shone brightly in the nights luminance, each standing idly, waiting for their solemn commanders.
"Shall we?" The old man suggested. He walked over to one end of the chess board and sat down on the earthen stool. I sighed with a smirk and joined him.

Deep in thought and strategy. We pondered through our moves, taking turns in piercing silence. Knights rose and fell on the mighty board of life and kingdoms. Ages rose and fell in the slightest breath of time. One eye blinked. I was surrounded with stone, we were humble statues, gracing our presence with our nimble dreams of being, more than stone.