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You find yourself in a place.

This place, in fact, is somehow, inexplicably, a reflection of your own mind.

There are a few doors scattered around. They don't belong—they are styled to belong to other places. Stepping through the doors lets you visit the places like this that belong to the people you know.

What do you do?

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The door to Holly's mind is octagonal in shape, and made of gold. It looks almost like the cover of an oddly shaped book, with something in an odd pictorial language written in a spiral in the dead center of the door. By the way, the door's only about four feet tall.

Inside of the door is an enormous perfectly circular room, the walls made of stone. Grass grows on the floor, and there's a great oak tree growing in the center. Looking straight up, there is a ceiling stalactites, like a deep underground cave. On the walls, there are more writings in the same language as on the door, in huge symbols multiple feet high that glow a faint blue. They are passages from the People's holy Book; rules, as well as curses, that restrict Holly and her magic.

Beneath the oak tree there is a pedestal, on it sits a copy of The Book, which looks very much like the door to her mind, and what almost looks like a toy gun, but is much, much deadlier. And a gold brick, which seems wildly out of place.

All throughout the room swirls a blue mist, and blue sparks occasionally crackle in the air.