Hall of Infinite Doors
You leave the brick behind, casting a last glance over your shoulder as you walk. The Hall continues much as before. Its walls are drab and featureless, and the unseen fluorescent bulbs that light your way wash out any color that might be present in the sometimes oddly decorated Doors you pass.
The architect who created this place must surely be a madman with an unholy love of statistics - or then again, perhaps he's just compensating as hard as he can for something he lacks, you think with a wry smile. A set of three rather ordinary doors line the wall ahead. Will you leave the Hall, after all the time you've spent wandering its endless length?
The architect who created this place must surely be a madman with an unholy love of statistics - or then again, perhaps he's just compensating as hard as he can for something he lacks, you think with a wry smile. A set of three rather ordinary doors line the wall ahead. Will you leave the Hall, after all the time you've spent wandering its endless length?