As you step through the door, having jumped up and ran over to its ornate place, you see that you have made the wrong decision. A familiar vista lies in front of you, even though you’re seeing it through different eyes. As you gaze at your hands, mottled in the dirty light, you watch as they die, their spirit becoming broken and blue. You feel your heartbeats fade and the life leave you.
And now the other ballroom doors lie in front of you.