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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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[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

"'Tidy up'? What are you, my mother?" Terry reeeeally doesn't want a lecture on his thinking habits. He follows Satori's gaze towards the corner, but doesn't say anything about it.