Chapter 3
by 
TheActualFeastp
what would you do? YOUR course of action?
see a girl?
the doors expectingly had their own cravings, and other aspects about them. like, floating letters, balls of light, and/or energy? anything, and everything, plus the more I passed the more they changed ', so maybe they're like Pi?' y'know, with all it's seemingly interchanging infinince.
...a while pass, as none had caught my attention enough after that lady.
flashback.
not even a minute passed before seeing a lady walked in front of one of the many doors in the direction I was going, but it wasn't long after we shared a mere glance that she just continued on into thee door she chose, not even a hello, or a mutter. 'what's her.. deal?', but still I could easily guess things about her. she was there with a purpose. a reason being there, intently.
as I thought there with lighting fast spontaneous thinking, I wanted to see what door she chose..
looking at it right in front of me, it has flower patterns that goes around its edges, overall it looks peaceful. I did consider unintently that I'd like to see what's in this door. foolish or otherwise, it's my assumption that theses doors lead to worlds, but they could also, or only lead to smaller pocket spaces, or the like, and not strictly worlds, aka universes, and/or unique "multiverses". 'hmm.' my eyes are still stuck toward that girl's door as I very slowly drew away. many question, and I sure do believe lots that it doesn't help!
end of flashback.
surre there were, is, some that draws my mind, and eyes to them such like designs I'd never dream of! or just straight weird, there's no sugar coatings on those ones, or read in between the lines. anyone could see that it's ANYTHING, BUT NORMAL. besides of course presumingly whatever's inside.. if they're, in our terms: ALIVE. ...would I even remember anything after entering one?) like always. my thought. kept, me.. ...company..
day, and night was no where to be found. it was all doors, and endless entropy.. 'ugh.' with no clocks, or ones that I could take with me. all I saw was random time stamps plastered on them when I do see them. it wasn't many, let alone, often enough to confidently say they're thee same times...... decidingly, I sat, and laid ontop of the intangible tangible floor. I can move my body through it if I had thee intent to, but if my intent was to get it, then it'd let me, but nothing that'd put my body in danger looks like. 'damn, how long had I been here for? not long I'd bet cause sure doesn't feel like long, but then again, I don't know, nor have had an experience like this.' I stared at my hand. '"omega". huh? alright.. I don't know what it means back in my world. sigh. hmm..' my heart truly sunk after a thought I just had. it was a imaginary scenario I thought a wwwhile back, at home, it was where I'd rather wait a eternity than make a choice I'd rather not be **** to choose 'but life's life, and imagination's imagination. you should know the difference when it's truly happening to you than through some 'screen'. ...the choice? ..a wish'.
what would you do if you had all the power in the world, all the time, but no change, mentally?
