This room is by far the strangest of them all.� Spiral shapes hang from the ceiling in strands, as if they were simply cut out of a piece of cloth then strung haphazardly.� You feel as though you have to hold your breath and step lightly through the maze of checkerboard tiles and strange noises, as to not disturb the strangeness that overflows in the area.� Odd music swirls and gushes about your ears, one moment being painfully loud, the other - quiet.� You know that the people who reside here must have a very peculiar streak, one for the esoteric.� Stairs lead downward directly in front of you, ones you have no choice but to step down, moving deeper into the depths of whatever might lie here.� The music grows fainter the further you descend, though you feel no weariness or any sign that you've been wandering as long as you actually have.� The walls beside you seem to move in the opposite direction as you are, giving the effect that you're climbing down an escalator that's moving upward.� Going nowhere fast is the saying that rings in your head.� All good things - and bad, too - have to end, so you do reach the bottom after the relentless transcending.� Here, of course, you are greeted by the girl.� She seems rather chipper compared to your environs, looking quite at home; her face seeming to contort naturally with the motions of the spirals you watched earlier.� "This room is the strangest of them all, so do beware of the sudden changes in both speech and surroundings.� Only the oddest of the odd reside here, ones enigmatic in their own respects.� Here you must watch your step, for it could very easily wander away from you . . . aye, it's happened to me before."� She bows slightly, then steps forward onto a podium, turning in a considerate circle.� Slowly, slowly, doors appear around her, ones circling about her like a merry-go-round would.� She stands quite content in the middle of these, waving her arms out to the sides as if to say, "ta-da!"� "Step through, and pay a visit to each of the occupants. This section's not quite done . . . so some of the doors are locked, as of now.� Quite alright, they don't like being disturbed anywho . . ."� With that, she seems to sink through the floor, waving politely to you before disappearing completely from sight.� You do as she told you to and step in the middle of the revolving doors, inspecting each title, which read . . .
Delusions of Mirage
Tailena DreamMyst
Velryn Tiyian
Pathways of Imaginations
Fortuna Crymsine
Words and feelings have no meaning here . . . you can feel your "world" slipping away as you step nearer to each of the doors.� Do you pay them each a visit, or cling desperately to the disappearing shards of reality?
Dance with the Flames. | Soar along the Waters. | Touch Embers of Silver. | Revel in the Music. | Wander back to the Doors. | Move to Luminera. | Send the Keeper a letter.