“Along the path was this black substance that was like wet coal? It’s hard to explain, but whenever I touched it, bad memories shot through my head. Memories I didn’t know I had, memories that hadn’t happened yet. It was so painful. I didn’t notice any particular clothing on me. I don’t even know if I had any clothing on. I was very anxious, but not scared. I walked along the path towards the doors when I saw something. It was a metal platform with a dark figure on it. The only problem was that I had to go through the substance to get to it, but for some reason, I knew I had to get to him.
So I walked through it. It was like walking through quicksand. Once I got to it, I climbed up a ladder to get to him. Once I got up, he looked at me. He was wearing a black robe and a black hat. The only facial features I could see were his red eyes. He quickly pushed me down the platform, and I had to swim through the substance to get back to the path. I felt… betrayed for some reason, but it felt like it was for a reason. I started to walk along the path again and when the doors covered most of my vision, they opened. Inside was a throne and a tall, black figure.