He stood, looking at the stars and breathing deeply of the still, warm night desert air. A tree nearby chuckled happily and swayed its branches for him. The moon turned to see what was happening and shone a few rays. He waved in thanks, put his hands in his pockets, and set off across the sandy dune, whistling the tuneless whistle of the perfectly content.
A short time later, as he was scuffling his bare feet through the sand at the top of a particularly high dune, the sky darkened. He looked up to see that all the pretty, winking stars had winked their way out. Looking back down, he saw, off in the distance down the slope, a small pyramid. A slightly cool wind blew at his back, swirling sand into the air in the direction of the pyramid. He shoved his hands further into his pockets and began walking toward the pyramid, looking at the ground.
He only looked up when the comparative darkness of the shadow of the pyramid fell across him. It was larger than it had looked from the distance, and quite a bit more imposing, too. The wind picked up and tried to force him to an entrance that had appeared from nowhere, a small opening in the side of the pyramid. A slight ripple of thunder made its presence known in the distance, and a wisp of cloud flew by overhead, crying to anyone who would listen of its woes. He rubbed his jaw with one hand while he contemplated the monolith. A tumbleweed rolled unpleasantly by, heading for the shelter of the pyramid. He scratched the back of his head, shrugged, and went in.
He wrinkled his nose and sniffed. The room's smell was waging a silent war against his senses, and winning. He looked around and shivered with a sudden chill. It was a large room, several hundred feet high and several hundred across. The floor was mostly just sand, and set high in the walls were long slits that let in the starlight from outside. He paused and frowned as a waft of warm, fragrant air caressed his hair playfully, giggling to itself before heading back outside. He turned to look back outside, but found himself standing in the middle of the pyramid, and the way out missing or hiding. He opened his mouth to scream but all that came out was the sound of stone blocks sliding into place over the openings in the walls. As soon as the pyramid was completely sealed, the door reemerged in the middle of the floor, leading into another room below. He stared for a moment, a few trickles of sand flowing down to the room. He jumped down.
It was not a far jump, perhaps ten feet. He stood up and found that the door had hidden itself from him again. A pile of sand swirled angrily by his feet for a moment. He narrowed his eyes, trying to see something, anything, in the complete darkness. The rumbling of the blocks in the windows above sounded again, marking the time. But when the rumbling was over, he was suddenly aware that someone else was with him. He turned quickly and saw someone familiar to him. He tried to cry out with joy but no sound came forth, and the someone then raised his hand and said, slowly and with deliberation, in a voice that shook him to his core:
"Impossible room."
"You can't exist."
And he was gone, something that had never been, yet he was aware. Aware of the fact that he did not, could not, occur, was something that was inconceivable by the universe. He was overcome with the horror of it, with the sheer terror of non-being by a being.
There was a game I played online a lot, several years ago, called WorldsAway. In it, there were different rooms you could go to. In this dream I was in the game, and somehow got into a room that no one had created. Then an admin (or something) appeared and said in a deep, scary voice, "Impossible room. You can't exist." Oh man, it sounds dumb, I know, but during that dream it was the scariest thing that has ever, ever happened. If you think about the statement enough, it will start to at least give you the creeps.
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