Hall of Infinite Doors

You continue down the hallway. You've been walking for at least an hour, and your legs are beginning to weaken. If this truely is infinity, you will have to give up eventually. You are simply not equipped to handle this.

And yet, you can't help but feel that you are going forward for a reason. It's as if you're...fleeing something. Maybe you're fleeing boredom by satisfying your curiousity. Either way, you can't help but wearily plod forward.

After a few more feet, you see a solid brick wall in front of you. You fall to the ground in weary exhaustion. As your hands touch the cool brick, a thin mist begins to drift in around you.

"Infinity does not exist," a booming voice informs you; a voice coming from everywhere and nowhere. "It cannot exist, nor can radicals and imaginary numbers. And yet, I shouldn't exist either. What say you?"
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