A Vision of Choices: Part 2

Entering the black metal door, you are blinded by a sudden burst of white-hot light. As your eyes adjust, you are standing alone in a desert, no sign of the room behind you. The wind howls through the low, sharp rocks. At the horizon, you can barely make out the tip of some sort of tower, reflecting the light of the harsh sun. You begin to walk towards it, and as you do, the rocks around you grow larger and larger, until you are in a canyon. The tower is still a distance away, but you can hear soft talking among the rocks, and spy a narrow opening into what looks like a cave.