I stopped on the fourth floor. It was the one that stood out the most to me. The lines in the number seemed to glow with an inner burn. Like hot coals sitting in the night. The door opened and in front of me lay a valley to my left, with tree's making a wall. To my right was a mountain side, where homes and buildings were carved into it.

The air in front of me began to bend and wave. The movement made a mist that took on the general form of a human. It reached out to me. I imediately became defensive and crouched away. It stopped for a moment, and then it began to dance. It danced with fluid movements of it's body. Like air dancing with purpose. I began to feel something but I was reluctant to feel it. I did not want to feel what this being was trying to convey to me.

It stopped dancing and stood there. And I thought it might be smiling, but I could not see a face, only mist. It held it's arms out in an open gesture. I felt more and more like it was smiling. And then I realized that it was not smiling, it was happy. More than happy. It was love and happy and enjoyment all in one. No mere smile could convey how this being felt. And it was this way because I was here. This emotion that I can not label was due to my being here. I began to cry.

This made the being feel stronger and it jumped to me and embraced me in a hug. It flowed around me whispering in my ear without words. It said "This is because of you! Your presence makes me feel such! Feel this with me!" And I did. My eyes watered again and my chest heaved up, the breath gone from me.

And then I left, and went down the elevator.

And I realized how much emotion I block myself from experiencing.