a rush of wind hits you in the face when you pull open the door. your eyes close in reaction, and once you get used to the breeze hitting you, you open your eyes.

the source of the wind was... a box fan?

you scan over the space, which was just as blinding as the endless expanse you were exploring before,

but this time there was some simple furniture, and a very tired angel sitting at a desk.

said angel was scribbling away on a notepad, the only things in color in the room besides the angel themselves.

what will you do?

walk back out the door

call out to the angel