50 Doors

With a tingle and a whoosh, I found myself surrounded by greenery.

I was thrown off balance, by the realization that the door I had just opened was gone as if it and the reflective sphere had never been. I realized that there was the presence of an otherworldly glowing light that allowed me to see far and near; therefore the measly light from the pen-light in my handed was wasted. I turned the penlight off and stowed it away in my backpack.

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