'Boring…'
It indeed was boring, to be honest; I walked across these doory plains with no source of entertainment in mind or sight. My legs weren't tired nor were they in pain.
It was my mind.
'Boredom.'
The concept of boredom is interesting, to be honest; why do we feel boredom? What actually is it? Was the boredom experienced by humans thousands of years ago the same as the boredom we experience now?
'Let me just stop myself right there.'
Back to what we were doing.
Each door I opened showed the memories I had accumulated across my life.
'It even showed me memories from my infantile state...'
Which were pretty embarrassing, to be honest.
'By the way, it is now day -3.'
The watch said so.
Oh wait, the watch? How can I obtain a watch when I can't carry anything in here? Good question.
'The moment I took over the husband's existence, I took everything away from him.'
Not only his identity, I took his clothes, his possessions, his wealth, etc.
I'm even wearing his business suit right now.
'It honestly looks good on me, I can't lie.'
Anyways.
'Back to the doors…'
They show my memories and they can be opened.
'But.'
Sometimes they lie.
And I can't enter them.
'An invisible barrier is stopping me from doing so.'
I was pretty disappointed when I dived head-first into a concrete block of nothing.
'And about the "lie" part. Remember when I said it shows my memories across the years???'
'I'm pretty sure you do.'
Sometimes, memories can lie or deceive.
Those aren't the true memories, the ones that don't deceive nor lie are the memories of truth.
Most memories past these doors are false.
'False memories.'
And.
'From every false memory I have come across, there has been a snake.'
A snake, it can be in the corner, wrapped around the characters in the memories, it can be in plain sight, or it can be deeply hidden.
'I am pretty tempted to add 30% to my 70% belief of the snakes being the lies…'
But paranoia says, "No".
'Let it be, I guess.'
With each step I walked past a door, the thumping sound of my shoes making contact with the wood was oddly satisfying.
I stared into the white expanse of doors. To be honest, I was starting to get tired of the colour white.
'I know I should've said this earlier but I forgot about it.'
Anyways.
"I have a destination in both mind and sight."
…
It felt weird to be honest, talking to myself. I mean, talking to myself in my head was completely normal, but with my voice? It was a bit embarrassing.
Hearing a human's voice, my voice, in this isolation felt weird honestly.
'By the way, the priest doesn't count; I'm not sure if he was human or not.'
Anyways.
I raised my head and gazed at the sky; well, I meant the ceiling, but whatever.
And there it was, a tornado.
Or at least what looked like a tornado.
'Not gonna lie It kinda looks pixelated.'
I couldn't really see it clearly; it was too far, and my eyes were too weak.
'I used to wear glasses actually.'
But not anymore, I do not have any use for them here.
'Because…my eyesight in here is normal.'
Even if it wasn't, it wouldn't make a difference.
The distance between me and the tornado is still beyond a human's sight to see clearly.
Theoretically, a human's eyesight can see any object at any distance as long as there are no obstructions and as long as the object is bright enough.
In my case, the tornado looked a bit foggy? Like it was covered in mist or something.
'And that's my destination.'
I'm curious, bored and kind of desperate.
'I am starting to get tired of this whiteness…the umbrella city was more interesting than this.'
At the very least, the snake people acted like humans, but here, there was nothing.
The memories were just characters from the past, and even then, most of them were false.
I increased my pace; each step, each hop and each jump against the wooden floor increased, as did my anticipation.
'I need to reach it.'
I will.
***
'Seriously? Are you kidding me right now?'
According to the watch, I took exactly 20 minutes to reach here, all for this.
'Of course, it had to be doors…'
Remember when I told you that the tornado looked pixelated? Yeah, it was because it was made of doors.
A spiral staircase of floating doors.
Each with a distance of a few feet between them.
It was covered by a thin layer of mist or whatever it was actually, and it stretched into the ceiling.
'Where will this lead me now???'
Questions and doubts cannot be answered unless you work and earn their answers.
And thus, with a hop, I stepped on into the first door. And within two steps I hopped into the second.
And then came the third one…the fourth one…the fifth one.
'I know this feels boring but bear with me for a second.'
With each climb, the mist thinned; with each step, the doors rattled, and honestly, I almost fell a few times.
I climbed the spiralling stairs, each jump making my nonexistent heartbeat increase, the distance between them was quite big but not unbearable.
The doors kept on spiralling into the sky, the mist kept on thinning as I got closer to the sky, all leading me towards the sky.
Or at least the equivalent of the sky, because here there was no sky, only a white ceiling.
'I really hope I can leave this place.'
'I need a source of entertainment.'
'Maybe someone that I could talk to would be nice…I wouldn't mind if they were human or not.'
'A working TV or a phone could also do the trick.'
'Anything that can be a source of entertainment would be nice…'
My time on the spiralling doors was short-lived, maybe it was the will and desperation to leave this place, or it could be that the spiralling staircase of doors wasn't that long.
'Either way, I reached the end.'
'Yay.'
The end, being the plain white ceiling.
'Yay.'
My head was almost touching the ceiling, the door I stood on was pretty close to it.
And right above my head was a…
'Ta-Da! You guessed right– A door!.'
"Again."
I stared at it, I gazed at it, I just looked at it.
For at least 20-30 seconds, and after that, I got to work.
I gripped the knob with both my arms and twisted it.
And with a satisfying click, it opened.
When it did, I just stared into the open door.
'Seriously?'
The moment the door opened, a deep rumbling ensued with a huge amount of what looked to be soil assaulted me from the door.
I was engulfed, I was buried, I was trapped.
'All that climbing for this…'
Well, I have to deal with it I guess. Beggars can't be choosers after all.
'Yay again…'