(A/N): I have a real Brass Key.

It inspired this.

For I fear it, and I don't know why.

If you look in exactly the right place, at exactly the right angle, at exactly the right time, the illusion will come undone, and you will see the keyhole in the wallpaper.

Alas, it is locked.

The key is hidden well. It changes from trap to trap, the location; this time it was at the very edge of the world, hidden underneath a piece of tree bark lying on the ground near the cart.

The Brass Key.

She is not here right now, the one I love. So I will test it for her, in case she does come back, which I know she will.

I cannot leave this world, however. I'm not sure who the trap is meant for, but I must not leave this world.

I find the door again. The keyhole. I cut the wallpaper along its edges, tracing the door, before I unlock it.

Before me, I see an expanding tunnel. It's brightly colored, and smells of cut grass... I think. I don't know what real cut grass smells like.

I know what this is.

It is a tunnel to a lair of another beldam, another beast like the one that seeks to kill my love.

I shut the door, and hide it. I keep the key with me, for if it may be needed.

Then a thought occurs to me.

Is it an infinite labyrinth?

A beldam's lair inside a beldam's lair inside a beldam's lair...

Which would mean that she was something like me. Bait for another, one who would come through a hidden door in her world. Made of flesh while I am made of dust. Made to love someone.

Real eyes would only be substitutes for something else...

I shudder at the thought. But I know it's true.

Would it stretch off in both directions?

I think so.

She's back.

I help entertain her one last time.

She refuses the offer.

She finds out the truth.

Comes back...

I'm ready. I have the Brass Key.

I force her through the door.

I hope she can survive. Live the life of a runner. Find the door and the key to the next one and run. Never trust anyone. Never care. Never look back.

But I prepare to let what I am join her.

I take the knife. It's the sharpest one.

The one she intended to kill us both with.

I stab myself repeatedly where my heart should be.

I watch the dust pour forth.

As I slowly fade to nothing, my sixth sense tells me she's back.

I used the wrong door.

And we're both going to die.

I hope she escapes. That I never see her.

I fade into the dark oblivion.

(A/N): This you must send.

Find the friend.

Live in the bend.

The world will end.

Infinite labyrinths spread in both directions.

Find both doors and you can travel both ways.

That is the Fourth Dimension.

That is hopping realities.

The secret lies here.