The portal to another dimension was now open.

It swirled in colors: purple, black, and the deepest of blues.

A skeletal hand was coming out of the portal, straight at your eyes.

It had five rings on its five bony fingers. One ring showed the earth rotating around an onyx backdrop supposed to represent space.

The other rings showed mythical creatures: dragon, phoenix, unicorn and satyr. The satyr was the most interesting, being from Roman mythology. But the streaks of red and gold that decorated them all separated them from the rotating-earth ring, which glittered and dominated the five.

The hand took you by the chin and turned it this way and that. It seemed to be saying pay attention, now. And it was cold. So liquid-nitrogen-cold.

Then it snapped its fingers and everything disappeared.

Then it was back. This time it was a flesh-covered hand, Caucasian skin type, some hairs on the fingers. It snapped its fingers to the beat of unheard-music…

query

What secrets do the portal hold? Where does it lead? Who commands its depths?

These are some of the questions that the future will reveal, in its good time.