Matt looked about the dentist's waiting room, only to find he shared his plight with an elderly gentleman and a young mother with her eight-year old, hysterical girl.
“Mommy, mommy, will it hurt?”
“No, sweetie, the doctor will give you an anesthetic.”
“What's that?”
It was five pm., a cold evening of October. Matt was desperate to take his mind off his present ordeal, and in his desperation he grabbed the nearest magazine from the rack. It was a movie magazine, and a face of a smiling young woman, perhaps an actress that he didn't recognize, adorned the cover.
A yell came from inside of the office.
“Mommy!”, the little girl curled on her seat.
“Hush, hush”, her mother said, obviously not believing in her own consolation, “It will be all right.”
“I've heard some bad things about her”, the old man leaned towards Matt, “Like that her credentials are actually fake.”
“Then why are you here?

It's nearly impossible to convey certain sensations to people who have never had them. It's impossible for someone who have seen the mountains to appropiately convey the sheer feeling of their immensity.It's impossible to describe the sheer terror, utter despair and vivid beauty to someone who have never experienced them. In the same way, the Otherworld is impossible to describe to someone who have never visited it. For sure, you can talk about the green of the grass, the endless blue of the sky, the white and coolness of the snow, for all those things are found in the Otherworld, but when you're describing them to the non-believers and ignorants they will only shake their heads. "Then this, as you call it, 'other dimension' is nothing but a copy of our world", they'll say, "I'ts but a figment of your imagination". But the Otherworld is much more than just a sum of its parts. It is at once beautiful and horrifying, cruel and enchanted; all those qualities coalesce into a beautiful and