Itachi stands in the darkness for a while, feeling blind. He turns his face to the breeze, and... The faint, distant light. He steps towards it, the corridor, the way out, or maybe the way further in.
The corridor leads onwards, lit by a dim source of light which seems to go out after a certain distance. It stretches on with seemingly little purpose, maybe it grows and shortens depending on the person?
Either way it leads to a choice of two doors. A game of chance to decide whether the person should spend hours wandering around in circles of nothingness or not.
Behind the door lays a new corridor, this one lined by doors on either side. It's still relatively dark, no real source of light seeming to accompany the lack of sound. A rather blank environment to pass through, if it can even be classed as an environment.
The doors look relatively identical, in fact if a person wasn't paying close attention to minor details then they would look the same. The only difference being that some doors look as though they've been opened once or twice while others seem to have never been touched. Even despite that small difference what lies behind each door remains a mystery.
Al shivered, wrapping his arms around himself against the wind, pulling his cloak over his ears. After a moment of consideration, he made for the opening of the corridor. Despite the wind, he kept going, a sleeve in front of his face. His hand finally encountered something -- a door!
He shoved it open, finally lifting his hand from his face.
The door leads to another corridor, one which is lined by further doors on each side. All looking almost eerily identical, offering no clue as to what waits behind them. There are a few minor differences between a few of the doors though, difficult to notice for someone who isn't paying attention.
A few look as though they've been opened several times, whereas others look as though they have forever remained shut. Which doors are doors to memories and which ones lead to far worse things remain a mystery though.
Al wandered curiously along the corridor, reaching out to trail his fingers over one or two doors, passing them over. After a while, he came to a door that looked as though it had never been budged.
Taking a deep breath, he turned the knob, shouldering it open.
Upon opening the door a bright light would have immediately obscured the view before dimming to a darkened state. A room perhaps, no a hall would be more fitting to call it. Rubble piles can be seen in several places near the entrance way, bodies heaped upon them with arrows sticking out of them. A few can be seen near the very entrance, apparently under a hole in the ceiling, corroded seemingly by acid.
Off the the left a group can be seen in red cloaks, armed with crossbows, aiming at a single teenager. The small creature in the boy's arms cries out as an arrow goes straight through his leg with a sickening crunch.
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He intends to find out.
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Either way it leads to a choice of two doors. A game of chance to decide whether the person should spend hours wandering around in circles of nothingness or not.
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This isn't like any dream he's had before.
He picks one of the doors, opens it and walks through.
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The doors look relatively identical, in fact if a person wasn't paying close attention to minor details then they would look the same. The only difference being that some doors look as though they've been opened once or twice while others seem to have never been touched. Even despite that small difference what lies behind each door remains a mystery.
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He shoved it open, finally lifting his hand from his face.
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A few look as though they've been opened several times, whereas others look as though they have forever remained shut. Which doors are doors to memories and which ones lead to far worse things remain a mystery though.
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Taking a deep breath, he turned the knob, shouldering it open.
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Off the the left a group can be seen in red cloaks, armed with crossbows, aiming at a single teenager. The small creature in the boy's arms cries out as an arrow goes straight through his leg with a sickening crunch.
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