Standing silently between its twin siblings, the second door seems to quietly whisper your name. Almost in a trance, you allow your body to answer these mystic calls, and your hand settles on the handle of the door in the middle. Merely touching the door sends waves of assurance through your mind.
Somewhere in your subconscious, you acknowledge that no path in a dungeon like this should seem so safe, so alluring, or so perfect. The sweet whispers of the door and its cold, magical touch silence that voice in your head quickly, though, and in a nearly euphoric state, you push the door forward and step inside. A light blinds you as the door swings open, and there’s a sweet but persistent ringing in your ears. Moments later, your head clears and your vision returns.
The sight you take in sends your mind reeling. Only moments ago, you are absolutely sure that you were inside some dank, dark cave. The sweet second door, however, has lead to a grand parlor in what appears to be a beautiful European mansion. As you marvel at the magnificent art lining the walls and the intricate marble statues throughout the room, you fail to notice the door shut itself behind you. You do manage to snap out of your revelry long enough to hear the sound of a lock falling loudly into place. In the surreal silence of the otherworldly parlor, the door locking is a deafening roar.
The only explanation is that you’ve stepped into a pocket dimension like the one Hannah warned you about at the entrance of the dungeon. |