Hall of Infinite Doors

You have no idea who Milla Jovovich is, but you think of her as you walk toward the next section of hallway. It's a testament to your strength that you're able to keep going forward. Your body doesn't feel tired at all. In fact...

"Hey, I'm a ghost," you say out loud. "When did that happen? Oh yeah, elixer of death, or something. Must've happened during one of those weird philosophical parts of the hallway. Man, those parts are weird, annoying, and totally inappropriate. I mean, they don't fit in with the rest of the hallway. If I were the architect of this infinite hallway, I'd've deleted them for incoherence and challenging the continuity of the simple premise of walking down an infinite hallway."

Up ahead, you see a perfect copy of your body. You approach it, and carefully touch it. Suddenly you find yourself inside of it. "Wow!" you say. "So far as continuity is conserned, I have my body back! Why, if this were a collaberative story, I would go as far to say that the stupidity of a previous author has just been completely and totally reversed so that the story is now back to normal!"

"In fact," you continue saying outloud, as though compelled by a mysterious force, "I bet if this were a story, these next few doors would further reflect on such a theme!"
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