The white ball began to glow very bright, and the haze was forcibly drawn to it.
"Then let us go," the white ball said, and the both of them rocketed off into the nothingness.
After what seemed like an eternity, the haze spotted something.
"Look over there!" it shouted. A bright light in the shape of a rectangle was off in the distance. The ball immediately headed towards it.
When they had finally reached it, the haze floated there, perplexed by what it saw.
"This is a door," said the white ball. "It is used by the creatures of the otherworld. You will go through it, that is, after we change your appearance.
"Why?" questioned the haze. "Can I not survive in this form?"
"It isn't that," answered the ball. "The creatures in the other world will not accept you unless you resemble them."
"What are the creatures exactly?" asked the haze. It already had many questions to ask.
"They are called humans," replied the ball. "They are the intelligent beings of this world, which is called Earth."
"I see," the haze said softly. "Is this the only other world?"
"I don't know," the ball admitted, "There could be more, but this is the only one I have found. But enough questions now, you must be changed."
The white ball's humming grew louder than ever. It began to give off a light, and spun very rapidly. The haze began to ball up, and soon became a mass of glowing jelly.
"What is happening to me?" said the haze.
"Wait," the ball said, it's humming getting louder still.
The jelly started to glow brighter and brighter, and when the ball spun in another direction, it began to change.
First a limb extended out of the mass, and began to take shape of an arm. The ball switched directions again, which caused a leg to protrude, while the arm's hand was being sculpted.
The ball changed directions again and again, each time a new body part being made. This process went on for quite some time, until finally the mass stopped glowing.
All that was left was a small boy, kneeling on the floor. He had brown hair and could not have looked more than seven years old. He slowly lifted his hands up, with an incredulous look on his face.
He seemed to be struggling, for he was forming strange facial expressions.
"You must open your mouth to speak," said the ball. The boy slowly opened his mouth, and then let out a cough.
"What am I?" he asked. He began to flex his fingers and move his arms, amazed at his new form.
"You are now a human boy," said the white ball. "This is how you will be during your stay on Earth."
The boy, now aware of his other limbs, stood up and wiggled his toes.
"I think I will be okay in this form," the boy said happily.
"Now open the door and go," said the ball. "On Earth you also need names to Identify yourself. From now on you will adress yourself as "Max". Anytime someone asks you your name you will respond with that."
"I understand," said Max.
Max sighed. Then he turned to the door and slowly grasped the doorknob.
"Now turn it." the ball instructed. Max then turned the knob to the left, and it opened. He stepped back to let it open fully, and then was blinded for a moment by the bright light.
Max then took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and stepped through.