Confusion

In a dark corner of a stronghold lain an entity - a person, alone in the midst of the night. In front of him was a door - gate made of formidable steel, and it was closed. Silence overshadowed the domains until it was scattered by a feeble sound. The beep came from a small, flat box, beaming with a light of enigma. The mystical door was then opened, as if it was sliced into halves.

On the other side, there was a mysterious man. His identity was concealed by the dreary Dark, and he spoke in a deep voice. The statement was silent, yet was spoken, and the listener heard it. The word moved him, and led him through the door. Passing through it, he suddenly shivered. He felt the grave clinging of inner machinery. He was in a room, quite small and was very cold. The sounds verified that the room was a contraption, a grotesque yet astounding symphony of gears and ropes. The unknown man spoke again, and this time, it sounded. He uttered:

"Bababa ba?"

The question put this youth into a total chaos, registering confusion, despair, and hatred into his mind. A drop of sweat began to flow from his hair to his pallid cheeks. His eyes drifted, hoping that he could gaze a moment of salvation from this living Underworld. He thought the light had already damned him.

He thought wrong.

In a corner of the room, he saw this light coming from a tetragonal figure. The luminous radiance shone upon him, whispering to him the words of wisdom and safety. With a confident heart and soul, he finally replied:

"Bababa."