It is about the size of a small shed from the outside. More like a cupboard, a little pocket in the shrubs lining the edge of the vale, hardly noticeable except for those seeking it with an expert eye. Once you step in, it seems like an elevator, futuristic technology hardly fit for such a peaceful place in nature. The doors slide shut without a noise, and your favorite genre of music begins playing; a tune that you've never heard before but is still familiar, a sound that waltzes in perfect rhythm with the beat of your heart. There are no buttons, no dials, none of the little plaques that tell you not to use the elevator in case of a fire. You must simply think of the place you most want to go, and the doors open. You're there, in the home you've always wanted. It is beautiful and fits in with every aspect of your personality. The home is simply an extension of you. Thus, you know exactly where you're going; to the kitchen or to your bedroom, even though you've never been there before.
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