Stellis
From Create Your Own Story
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The second door is made of glass, but you cannot see your reflection in it. It is as if the glass were empty, lonely. | The second door is made of glass, but you cannot see your reflection in it. It is as if the glass were empty, lonely. | ||
| - | The third door is nearly as dark-looking as the deep void around it. The edges are coated with oozing, dripping blood that | + | The third door is nearly as dark-looking as the deep void around it. The edges are coated with oozing, dripping blood that seems to be coming from the door itself. |
| - | Each door seems to be calling you, | + | Each door seems to be calling you, beckoning you to take hold of the handle and pass through to whatever lays beyond. You can feel the ''pulling'' of whatever lies there...but you have a choice. |
You know your choice will be final - you cannot return here again. | You know your choice will be final - you cannot return here again. | ||
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*[[The Bleeding door]] | *[[The Bleeding door]] | ||
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Current revision as of 06:35, 27 May 2012
You are alone.
Completely, utterly, alone.
You feel as though you are floating in the darkness that smothers you... Your limbs hang freely at your sides, and you feel as it you are floating in water.
You open your eyes, slowly, fearing what you may see. Before you float three doors. Each is different, unique, and awe-inspiring.
The first looks to be made of gold. The edges of the door, however, are tarnished and whatever beautiful designs that were once there are now gone.
The second door is made of glass, but you cannot see your reflection in it. It is as if the glass were empty, lonely.
The third door is nearly as dark-looking as the deep void around it. The edges are coated with oozing, dripping blood that seems to be coming from the door itself.
Each door seems to be calling you, beckoning you to take hold of the handle and pass through to whatever lays beyond. You can feel the pulling of whatever lies there...but you have a choice.
You know your choice will be final - you cannot return here again.
Which door do you choose?:
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