Hall of Infinite Doors

You change your mind once more, suspicious of the new voice, and try yet another direction.

For what seems like days, but surely can't be, nothing happens. Then you begin to notice that the blue of the fog is slowly becoming less and less pronounced.

Eventually, you are wandering through normal - though thick - white fog. Still, you walk, feeling hopelessly lost.

You think you can see stone walls on either side of yourself now, and smile tiredly. Perhaps you are finally getting somewhere! You walk faster, excited and hopeful.

Is an end to this thrice-damned monotony in sight?

A whisper of a thought not your own addresses you in the span of a single blink.

'Unwilling to take the necessary risk, child? Find yourself another adventure, then. We have no patience for cowards here.'

You open your eyes.

You have 1 choice: