Hall of Infinite Doors

The same tree you were 'talking' to earlier, you lay underneath it, leaning against its base. You hear a creaking noise and you watch in amazement as the trees form a cover, its leaves & branches shielding you from the blaring sun. You fall into a long deep sleep. You awake several hours later, the moon has arose and taken the place of the sun, immitating him. You like to assume the moon is a 'she,' because clearly the moon is seemingly inferior to the sun by miles, the moon takes the sun's light for Christ's sake!

You begin to wonder how long you're going to love here, how long you've even been here, shouldn't you leave? You could always ask the tree how to leave. What do you want to do? Even though you feel quite relaxed underneath this tree, you need a new change of scenery, perhaps.