No one believed me when I said I’d uncover the mystery of the Bermuda Triangle. They didn’t believe I’d find you, Celestine. I stand here now, in the very center of it all, on some sort of platform that can’t be seen by the naked eye. The fog has thickened to a point where I can’t see my hand stretched out in front of me, and the sky above is as dark as a hurricane, with an ominous violet tint.

The electricity in the air, its powerful static raises every hair on my body, leaving me with the tingly feeling of insects crawling on my skin. I fear when the lightning strikes, it will aim for me instead of the beacons beneath the surface.

I close my eyes, listening to the growing rumble of thunder, waiting for death, and seeing your face, Celestine. I can feel every droplet of rain on my skin, as if the Earth has slowed down. I can’t help but wonder if this is what it feels like to have one’s life flash before their eyes. To know that one’s stop is coming up on this train wreck we call, life.

_Which way will I go, up or down? Do such places exist?! _My final thoughts are screaming to me amidst the ear-bursting cackle of thunder and lightning.

Finally, I open my eyes, and find I haven’t gone up, nor down, but am given the chance to step forward.

“It worked.” I chuckle nervously, in great disbelief of what’s going on around me. “It actually worked!”

The lightning bolts dance before me, holding open a door that I can’t see. It sounds insane, but I know this is real because I can hear voices, and a ship on the other side. I’m hoping you are part of their laughter, Celestine.

I reach my hand forward, and as I pass through this divine or demonic gate, my body grows heavy. I am sinking…

Falling…

…Losing…consciousness…