Hall of Infinite Doors

As you step through the shivering blue light, a strangely familiar sensation envelopes you. Feather light touches, almost searingly cold, ghost over your skin. It hurts, not immensely, but it is definitely and uncomfortably painful. You step through the fog, trying to ignore the freezing touches and barely noticeable whispers, biting your lip. Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea...