On the ground in front of you sits a portal to a world full of imagination, of endless dreams, of thrilling tales, and of unimaginable horrors beyond human knowledge. Although it is unintelligible and beyond comprehension, you immediately understand it's meaning. The essence it carries resembles the past, and represents the future.

The portal takes the shape of a decrepit music player, fitted with two 8-inch audio drivers on either side and a cassette player in the middle. On the top sits a handle for carrying convenience. Old and worn, the music player sits motionless as if tempting you with it's numerous analog buttons, if you so dared to click one.

In front of you is a jukebox.