Hall of Infinite Doors
You take the elixir and drink it all down, immediately feeling a strange, tingling sensation. Your body falls to the ground however YOU stand upright, a transparent ghost. Slowly your body sinks into the floor and the door ahead of you, bathed crimson in the moonlight that seems to come out of nowhere, is now accessible.
Dying in any room after this point will doom your soul to a restless eternity.
You have no choice now unless you break the threads that hold you to this story forcibly... and then only by returning to this point can you go on.
Good luck, mortal.
You grip the handle with your transparent hand and turn the door, feeling yourself be sucked in and land in a strange garden.
This is the Garden of Time.
You notice gods and goddesses, immortals and spirits walking around, going from door to door. You look down and realize that you are no longer transparent, but still dead.
The garden is huge... many new doors surround it on all sides... and one is directly in the middle, surrounded by flowers that you have never seen before.
Dying in any room after this point will doom your soul to a restless eternity.
You have no choice now unless you break the threads that hold you to this story forcibly... and then only by returning to this point can you go on.
Good luck, mortal.
You grip the handle with your transparent hand and turn the door, feeling yourself be sucked in and land in a strange garden.
This is the Garden of Time.
You notice gods and goddesses, immortals and spirits walking around, going from door to door. You look down and realize that you are no longer transparent, but still dead.
The garden is huge... many new doors surround it on all sides... and one is directly in the middle, surrounded by flowers that you have never seen before.