The music is a song your parents used to play every year on your birthday. You would wake to the sound of guitars and harmonizing and know a cake covered in strawberries and candles was waiting on the table. A small book wrapped in blue fabric would be waiting for you. As you walk in the darkness, trying to get your eyes to adjust, you attempt to avoid roots and sharp grass. The farther into the swamp you walk, the more lights you see. Pink, glowing. Sometimes you hear voices that sound familiar mixed into the music.You know it’s silly to do this but can’t help but follow one of your favorite sounds in the world. Suddenly, there is a door. Bright blue with a silver knob. You can’t help but walk in.