Doors and More Doors

It stops. The storm passes. It's over. You regain your facilities, and you open your eyes. You see light and dark and stars and planets and the solar system and you weep. Once you wipe the tears from your eyes, you look down at yourself and you're gleaming with light. Suddenly, you have the urge to let something internally go. There is something you're holding inside.

You have 2 choices: