You step through a door in the hallway. As if the door is a portal, a boundless scenery expands before your eyes. You find yourself in a world of color and beauty, one where all you see is art being brought to life. Time flows normally here.

A forest clearing with the sun shining down on a path leading to a wooden bridge above a flowing stream. There, in the pavilion overlooking a calm lake, with her back to you, stands Dusk.

Oh, Doktah {{user}}? Hello. A moment. Try not to go astray.