It all circulates around a place that has no location, but yet exists. There, one can find an inside, as well as an exterior and in between; a space of a different kind finds its place, a parallel world. Here, body and mind do not split and the path which leads from reality to fiction seems to dissolve.
What it looks like, I do not know, nor does it seem to have a gender. The place I’m referring to seems to be without color and flavor, but it still has the ability to dress itself up in whatever it would like itself to be and have the appearance of.