I am not an avid fiction reader. The world of fantasy falls flat on my senses, and I do not travel to escape. Despite me being criminally unemotional to my travel life (much of which gets translated into my current profession) I am probably building a fantasy that might give you, my readers, a portal to escape.
If you were an Enid Blyton fan in childhood and wished if you could someday find the enchanted wood or if you still believe in Narnia, here's a fantasy that would probably land you somewhere you haven't heard about.
Through The Elevator Door
What if your building elevator opened into an unheard place, every time you took it?
It's a Sunday morning, you need to take the elevator to collect your mails from the reception downstairs. You enter the lift and press the basement button. In a few seconds, the door opens.
But where are you?
You find yourself at the edge of a rocky cliff shrouded in clouds. You can't gauge how deep the drop is. But at the moment, your body feels a rush of adrenaline while your mind has an unprecedented feeling of agoraphobia. It takes you a few minutes to stop questioning yourself and let the sense of adventure overpower everything else. You shout out your name loudly. There's no echo. There is no stone wall ahead or around, you are here, above everything else, even your thoughts.
In a few more minutes, the lift appears. You can see two buttons. One reads 'Home', the other one, your current location: