Elliott opened the transparent double door in front of us. Then he goes out first and keeps the door open so that I can come next to him.

“Where are we?” I asked when I finally got myself out. The hot and cold breeze greeted me, swaying my hair, and it was fresh as if I got it directed from the healthy forest of trees.

I heard the glass door softly clicks, a sign that it’s already closed. I looked down and saw that I’m stepping in this well-cut European grass and roamed my eyes at the current place.

I was left dumbfounded when I managed to stare at the...