Hall of Infinite Doors
"What do you think you're looking for?" you ask yourself. Your numb feet plod rhythmically forward. "It's a valid question, you know," you continue, sharing your thoughts with the empty Hall. It feels good to hear a familiar voice, even your own, though it sounds foreign to your ears, rough and throaty from disuse. You swallow, fleetingly grateful that you don't seem to get hungry or thirsty.
If you're looking for infinity, perhaps you've found it. You've long since lost track of just how much time you've spent wandering the Hall, and you're beginning to feel it really might be endless. An eternity of walking through these corridors probably wasn't what you had in mind when you set out.
"Funny. I can't seem to remember how I got here, or when I started walking, but it's all I seem to have on my mind." This section of the Hall is particularly monochromatic and featureless. It's like an office building without so much as a cubicle to break the monotony, and it's really starting to get to you. If the structure had an architect, you think - and you're beginning to wonder - he seems to have been particularly uninspired when he built this part.
Perhaps his creativity became exhausted by the sheer magnitude of the project. Maybe his wife or lover left him, and he was too depressed to care. It's entirely possible the creator left altogether in search of more rewarding work, and you're viewing the crude and simplistic attempts of his successor. A set of doors looms ahead. There are three of them, and they appear identical: flimsy wooden contraptions, bottom-dollar at best.
Some of the sights you've witnessed in the Hall were quite extravagant. On further consideration, perhaps the dull nature of your surroundings is simply evidence of someone running out of money, drastically over budget and trying to cut costs. You wouldn't be too surprised.
If you're looking for infinity, perhaps you've found it. You've long since lost track of just how much time you've spent wandering the Hall, and you're beginning to feel it really might be endless. An eternity of walking through these corridors probably wasn't what you had in mind when you set out.
"Funny. I can't seem to remember how I got here, or when I started walking, but it's all I seem to have on my mind." This section of the Hall is particularly monochromatic and featureless. It's like an office building without so much as a cubicle to break the monotony, and it's really starting to get to you. If the structure had an architect, you think - and you're beginning to wonder - he seems to have been particularly uninspired when he built this part.
Perhaps his creativity became exhausted by the sheer magnitude of the project. Maybe his wife or lover left him, and he was too depressed to care. It's entirely possible the creator left altogether in search of more rewarding work, and you're viewing the crude and simplistic attempts of his successor. A set of doors looms ahead. There are three of them, and they appear identical: flimsy wooden contraptions, bottom-dollar at best.
Some of the sights you've witnessed in the Hall were quite extravagant. On further consideration, perhaps the dull nature of your surroundings is simply evidence of someone running out of money, drastically over budget and trying to cut costs. You wouldn't be too surprised.