Hall of Infinite Doors

You continue forth, mushy wet leaves crackling beneath your feet. Beside you on your right is a stream that stretches as far as the eye can see. The sky is dim, and a pink-orange sunset bleeds from the horizon up.

As you contemplate your world and its surroundings, a striking young man crosses your path. He looks painstakingly focused and only glances at you for a second. He marches to your right toward the glistening stream.