with each step up the staircase, the floor creaked. with each creak, the guru grew anxious. why would a house be built in the middle of the far forest? why would a light be burning in the window? these questions must have answers, but did the guru want to know the answers?
what if the answers were horrifying? what if the answers shook the foundations of his reality? why did he even wonder that? he didn’t know, but he did.
he realized he had reached the top of the stairs. he looked down the hall and saw that the blue light shone from beneath a door.