Ayomi latched the hook on the sturdy silver case, certain she had to be pushing up against some unknown limits. She looked around the empty room that used to house all of her earthly possessions, struck by the whiteness of the walls that were once covered in art and floating shelves full of tchotchkes. Now the room was stark and cold, and all of her was locked away in this box, no bigger than the caboodle she’d used for her makeup. The emptiness of the room made her sad, but the moment passed, as she began to imagine what her life would become once she arrived on New Soil.
Her left wrist vibrated softly, and a message appeared on her skin, “The gate is open. Prepare for departure.” She checked that her case was bio-locked, then grabbed it, and walked towards the temple. Once there, she deposited her case—which she’d checked again, just to be sure— into a large silver pod. Then she joined the group of assembled travellers, a sea of brown skin amidst the creamy silver that made up the room and almost everything in it.
The only thing that looked organic in the hallowed space was the large ornate gate made of centuries-old wood that had grown and intertwined to form a perfect circular opening. The only other time she had been in the temple, the gate was closed, and only the inky silver wall could be seen behind it. Now, the wood was laced with veining that emitted a soft iridescent light. And through the gate, she could see the vague outline of buildings, silver like the room she was in, but punctuated by vibrant jewel tones and deep earthy oranges and browns.
Once all the travellers had gathered, a persistent buzzing emitted from the gate, filling the room with an odd, but not unpleasant, vibrating sensation. A voice spoke from the other side, “you are welcome” and the gate pulsed, ready to allow passage. With every burst the other side became more clear, and one by one the travellers stepped through. By the time Ayomi was face to face with the gate, she could clearly see the city that lay beyond the threshold, a technological marvel in perfect balance with the nature surrounding it. When her body’s vibration matched the rhythm that eminated from the gate, she knew she could step through freely, and she did.
She was greeted on the other side by elders whose mahogany skin was adorned with the same veining that decorated the open gate. They held her upright as her body adjusted to the new vibration, and once she was attuned to this new world, she could hear a chorus of voices saying “Welcome home, Ayomi.”