I was laying in a bed of grass. My dress was light, white cotton, with some crochet along the hem. My palm swept across the grass, the sensation tickling my fingertips. The sky was green; the grass was blue. The water was devoid of reflection, opaque. Perhaps it had become tired of becoming the face of those gazing into it, and had decided to create its own face, as it respectably should. I did not know where I was, but it did not matter. It never matters, considering I never knew where I stood the majority of the time anyway. There was no day, there was no night; but there was twilight, or, perhaps dawn.  Perpetually, it had been placed between light and dark with no beginning and no end, just midway. A perfect circle.
I was in love; with what, I was not sure. Lying there, i could feel it all around. Never had I loved something so much. How sad that when I had truly found love, I could not recognize who or what it concerned. "Here", more formally known has "Where," was beautiful.
I came upon a tree during my venture. From afar, it looked to be some sort of fruit tree, apples or oranges or something of the sort. Gradually I walked closer towards the tree, and upon arrival under its leaves I realized that it was not apples or oranges hanging from the branches, but large, round eyes.  As I reached up into the branches to grasp an eye, there flew an owl from the foliage. "Do not pick from this tree," the owl warned," this is the tree of evil."
"But why is this tree evil? Is it cruel to bear sight?"
To my inquisition, the owl replied, "Do you not understand? Sight is the most cruel posession of all. Sight enables us to see things as "What" they are. Without sight, we would not see "what" people are, but would only know "who" they are instead. Sight only appreciates beauty-and beauty is the root of all evil."
"But, owl, this place is the most beautiful I have ever seen! Tell me this place is not evil! Where is "Here?"
The owl, with a cackle, smiled at me, as owls most often do, and smugly answered ,"Welcome to Hell."