Intuition; project thingy etc-verse

[eidetiker]

Do the dead dream?

Will's memory palace no longer looks like the Jacobi house. Sometime long ago it became an empty hallway with no visible source of light and cells opening off the sides -- some barred, some glassed in, some with steel garage doors.

Will doesn't feel like walking down the hallway tonight. Every door leads to a different Chainsaw's

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[lytii_intuition]

There's still no visible source of light.

But now the light that falls on floor and ceiling and wall and door and Will is patterned with shifting rainbows.

[eidetiker]

He's sitting on the floor where the hallways dead-ends, or begins.

When he notices the rainbows falling on his clothes, he lifts his head slightly and starts tracing them with one finger.

[lytii_intuition]

A swirl of colour leads to another, and another, and another after that; if he chases them long enough, they lead along the floor to the wall, and from the wall to...

...a door.

It's always been there; it wasn't there the last time he looked, or the time before that, or the time before that.

It's a wrought-iron gate set in a stone doorway, aclimb with leafy vines; here and there, shining through the foliage, peeks a ray of rainbow sunlight.

He knows what's on the other side. Or doesn't. Or both.

[eidetiker]

--Oh.

Oh. Of course.

After a moment, he gets to his feet and approaches the gate, running a hand along the stone, then the plants.