The voice cried out a few more times before degenerating into gasping sobs. She called again to the voice's anonymous owner Who are you? She asked.

While on the flip side, he was attempting to bring himself to some kind of semblance of sanity. Am I going crazy? He asked himself Am I hearing things? He thought as he could have sworn he had heard a female voice calling out to him. Maybe I'm dead and this is my private hell.

Little did he know the truth, the reality of his situation. He was very much alive and in a place far from hell. He as well as She is on a plane that transgresses reality, the nexus where all are linked, no this isn't hell and I am no devil, but they were both chosen to be brought here for a reason. She continues to call, he refuses to answer instead believing that he is imagining the sounds.
She tries to locate the source of the cries, only to discover that they are coming from where she was standing. How can that be you ask? This is because These two zones are linked one to the other in perfect symmetry. To break the barrier there must be conscious acknowledgment of the other. A brief joining of two becoming one of mind.

At this point He realizes his soul searching is irrelevant and listens to the calls of the other. Should he respond? or just let the calling drive him to the condition he initially feared he was, insane. He chooses the previous. I'm Here! He calls to the other voice. She hears him and calls Who are you?

At this point the barrier is broken and they stand before each other amidst the swirling colors. For a minute they stare blankly at each then they approach each other and touch. At this instant they leave my realm and return to their own. Where they awaken from what seemed like a nights sleep but was actually just an instant to everyone else.

Now you may ask, What my role was in all of this. I play no role. I am the keeper of the realm. This is a realm of the mind and of the being. Not heaven nor hell. Not real but not imagined. It is where everyone visits to connect with another on a different level than just the conscious although most do not realize it at the time. I am merely someone who watches over all the visitors to this place and impart their stories on to others, for it is different for everyone, no two unions are the same. Just remember that when you are here.... I will be watching.

Now I wait for the next visitors to my home.

That concludes the first stage of my journey. Keep an eye out for part II, which was the concept I submitted for the class.