Chapter 251 Fourth Room — Choice
The stony stairway descending from Silent Chamber ends at a triangular door—distinct from the previous curved and organic doors.
It is sharp.
Symmetrical.
Rigid.
As they touch it, the door does not open inward... but pulls them in.
Then they arrive in a space that cannot be described as a room.
The ground beneath them is merely a narrow bridge of white light, floating above absolute darkness.
All around: doors. Hundreds.
Each emanating an aura—color, echo, scent, taste—like fragments of a world that never came to be.
The sky above them folds into shades of gray, giving the impression of infinite space. It feels as though time stands still, creating a sensation of being at the intersection of past and future. The ornaments surrounding them, resembling marble carvings, softly glow with the radiant light flowing from the bridge beneath them. This light not only illuminates their surroundings but also creates floating geometric shapes that dance in the air, as if reveling in the boundless freedom from the darkness below.
The deep voice resonated with a profound intensity, vibrating through their very bones: