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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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Samus' door was not elaborate by any means. Not quite plain, but lacked unnecessary adornments. There was writing across the door, an ancient-looking language, quiet strange, inscribed across the it.

On the other side, was an open landscape. A desert-like place, red rock cliffs rose high above. It was a rather harsh environment, dry air filled the lungs of those who entered. And yet... this rough place was surprisingly peaceful. Reds and oranges filled the sky as the sun set.

A bit far off, a young woman (http://i34.tinypic.com/33vyae8.png) sat with a small creature on the edge of a cliff, just watching.