The Tacit Saga (Part One of Two)

And suddenly I awoke without any sense of my whereabouts. Had I been asleep or had I fallen out of consciousness by a more dangerous circumstance I am not sure. The room, or maybe lair, carries a chilling, damp air under the cover of pitch black darkness. The ground is hard, cold and slick to the touch. As I stand and gather my bearings I turn around and notice a small light. As I draw closer, the light expands into an opening, a doorway in fact. Unlike the frigid room from which I hope to escape there is warmth emitting from the door ahead. The knob is even warm to the touch. I hesitate for only a moment taking a deep breath as I push the door open.
As mysteriously as the door appeared it vanishes into thin air. My eyes take a moment to adjust to the vast scape of what lies beyond. The environment is indescribable. Nay unexplainable with simple vernacular. My lack of understanding about this new and intriguing place is somehow my first clue to where I have traveled. Slowly but surely my mind conjures a singular explanation. I have entered what I had only believed as tall tale, a dimension, separate from the one I once knew. Legend speaks of this place as the Tacit Dimension.
The once comforting warmth of my surrounding soon becomes an unbearable weight, slowing my vein exploration with each passing minute. Or has it been hours? Time seems to be without measure, and therefore highly relative in the tacit dimension. Direction and geography seem this way too. No matter how far I travel, I seem to have only taken a few steps. A feeling begins to rise in my gut. Anxiety mixed with fear, as potent as emotions can become. I may truly be lost, trapped here until my end. Soon my story will join the many others left untold. Not a moment passes from this thought when a voice, as calm and reassuring as any, calls out,
“If you’re looking for the Jamba Juice, you’re not going to find it. They closed up shop just a few months ago. Some idiot sued, it’s as whole big thing.”
At first I wasn’t sure where the voice had originated but then spontaneously, a man, sharply dressed and older in age appears close by, bearing a slight grin.
Based on the questionable yet genuine nature of the man’s expression, it took me a couple extra seconds to understand he was of course joking. He seemed to notice his comments caught me off guard so he stretched the smile a little further,
“Just thought I’d have a little fun. Not to worry, I know exactly where you need to         go.”
“Where I need to go?” I responded, exponentially more puzzled than before.
“To leave of course, to find your way out of the tacit dimension.” He paused allowing additional moments to pass in order for his statements to process, as if he had experienced this same reaction before.
“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? To ultimately leave, possibly with a better understanding of this place than when you arrived?”
My brain begins to churn a hasty response, “Why, yes of course! But how are you able to help? Are you not just as lost as I am?”
The man pauses, almost as if he was trying to decipher the seriousness of my response and then bursts with laughter.
“Me? Lost? Far from it my boy,” he bellows out.
“Maybe I should introduce myself, I believe we started off on a very confusing foot.” The man reaches out his hand,
“My name is Polanyi, and this, as you may well know, is the tacit dimension, of which I have created, and I intend to help you find your way back to your reality. Now follow me!”
For being an older fellow, Polanyi sure has a pep in his step. He quickly turns and springs into a healthy stride, on course from what I hoped might be a quick exit, although my gut seemed to be convinced otherwise.