He had entered relatively late into the most beautiful elevator in this world, her collective heart. Being devoid of any gravitational inertia, he found himself floating aimlessly. He was surprised to find that inside the darkness of the enclosing and fragile cage there were no directional buttons, only faint ideals, passively augmented through dissimulation. The horizontal movement made him jump, weighing the authenticity of the time spent in a box of eternal mercy. Our salvation will come from somewhere above he heard until his release.