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[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

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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[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

There is one door, ancient, heavy, forged from steel. It bore a strange symbol resembling a two-headed eagle (http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs25/i/2008/268/d/f/Imperial_Aquila_II_by_WackyCamper.jpg).

On the other side of the door, one will find themselves in an dark, cold stone room with an almost Gothic style architecture, lit only by wrought-iron braziers affixed to the walls. The room smells of incense, coming from the censers placed around the room. On the far wall, the twin-headed eagle symbol appears again, this time forged from gold.

Before the symbol kneels a mountain of a man, clad in a tattered gray robe and wearing a blindfold. He was muttering quietly in some form of pseudo-Latin as he drew strange glyphs and symbols on the floor before the eagle symbol with yellow chalk.

Even though he is in the most lit part of the room, it is difficult to look directly at him, almost as if every time you attempt to look at some distinct detail about him, your eye is driven to look elsewhere.

The effect, over all, is quite unsettling.

[thirdeyesighted.livejournal.com]

Hey, that window wasn't there before. It slides open, and Satori pokes her head in, looking kind of annoyed and not at all fitting the mood of the room.

"Do you think you could get some light in here? Or at least some color. It's throwing off the ambience of my whole room."

[daemonomicon.livejournal.com]

The man does not look up from his work.

"I need not sight to see, Little Witch," the man says unemotionally in a ragged voice. "And this is one mind you would do well not to let your eye wander carelessly in."