"You have a trove of unexplored potential, Young Man"
"Who… Are you? Where am I? What-"
"Do not panic… This place has no name, it should not exist, it should have never been, the pieces making it up should have died with me… But they didn't, they remained and somehow, drifted toward you, assembling into what you can now bear witness to"
All around, a space of white light and white mist form the vague shape of an immense hall which stretched into what seemed like infinity, countless doors of all shapes, sizes and material stuck out of the decor like sore thumbs, calling out to be opened, calling out for the room they concealed to be explored.
Figures made from the white mist moved around, walking seemingly without goal, phasing in and out of view without ceasing.
