He walked into The Room. Immediately, he was confused.

At first, the walls were completely white. Then they began to change colors. First, just the primary colors. A few seconds later, they began to blend to form others.

Shapes came next. Geometric at first. Then they took organic form. Faces, places, images from his life. For the first time, he experienced feelings about what he was seeing. Happiness at the faces of his children. Grief when his parents’ appeared. Stark horror at the atrocities he saw during the War.

Those emotions then took form on the walls. Some were more distant, so they were small. Others, though, loomed very large, as he just experienced them. Especially the War.

Then the walls changed back to white, but with splotches of red. He felt pure evil from the red. But most of the wall space remained white. For reasons unknown, this made him feel very good.

Finally, two doors opened. He moved … not walked, but moved … through one of them.

Enlightenment.