The Beetle/Puppy/Elephant Shows Me The Way
Darkness had been my ultimate surrounding since I stepped through the door. It was complete, quite stifling, repressive. And silent. Most definitely silent.
I looked back at the door, the only object visible in this place. It seemed to float in space, as if there were no floor or walls.
When I looked back, I found myself face-to-face with a rather large beetle.
I screamed. The beetle smiled. . .I think.
“Hello,” the beetle said in a surprisingly affable tone, made all the more surprising by turning into a small puppy. “You must be Frank Wilheln.”
“How do you-?” But then I stopped myself. I was starting to be less surprised by things here.
The puppy grinned and turned into a elephant. “I just do. Now, you’re looking for your daughter? Or, no, wait. . .something for your granddaughter?”
“Yes, well, you might be able to find it through that door down there,” it said, pointing with its trunk. “Unfortunately, I’m afraid they don’t let just anybody through.”