Oaken Passages

With the door closing with a soft clink, you take a moment to look around you. The tall cabin walls reach up high, old-fashioned paintings decorating their upper portions. The back wall is taken up wholly by the hefty fireplace, and vintage leather couches, clean and well-tended to, alongside numerous other furnishings, fill up the felt floor. On one wall, a tall, considerably wide passage burrows into the building, and two doors flank it. Stepping into the shadowy confines of the passage, fingers brushing the nearby wood panelling until the protrusion of the light switch is found. Illuminating the stretch ahead, you find the end of the corridor turning off into a T intersection, with the junction overlooked by a large white double door. Curious, you stride forth, bare feet sinking into the fabric underfoot, as your shadow mirrors your movements ahead of you. Reaching the end of the passage, you find to your right another stretch of passage, with numerous doors adorning the walls, with your left being the same. Looking behind you, the distant hefty fireplace watches back silently from the far end.

The still, cold air flowing through your nose, you press ahead, and open the handle on the white double door before you. Pressing the two doors open, your eyes gently widen in intrigue.

The bathroom before you is only faintly recognized as such, as your attention is immediately taken up by the shower which takes up the entire back wall. It's glass thick, it's interior copious. In some ways, it reminded you of the glass on a zoo exhibit, reaching to near the ceiling. It was large. Sporting two faucets hung upon large metal hooks, connected to the plumbing via thick tubes, each hanging above a strange number of dials. Meanwhile, one wall was entirely occupied by a floor-to-ceiling window, looking over a forested side-yard, where starlight mixed with the artificial light that shone in from behind you. The last wall meanwhile, sported a floor-to-ceiling mirror, matching the window, with thin lines demarking the segmented nature of the mirror, though such things were hardly noticeable. Quite surprised, you push the doors the rest of the way, and find that there is very little naked wall present in the room. Stepping in, you find the light switch tucked behind the open door, and find the room cast in a soft, dim light - which catches you off-guard, given how you expected the normal harsh lights such modern-looking rooms have to glare in contrast to the initial dark. In the light, you were a bit surprised. No sink, no bench, no cupboards, just bare wall, it seemed...

Taking a step back into the passage, you take note of the yet unexplored passages to your left and right.