At the end of the hallway lies a double door thrice your height. Judging by the craftsmanship, it was made by the same group as the rest of this facility, which you can't say for the previous four, strangely enough.
On the left of the door is a thick ivory vine. You get the same feeling of emptiness you felt while near the grass in the lobby, but intensified to the point wh⠀re it ge⠀s hard to th⠀n⠀ str⠀⠀gh ⠀, as if yo r br⠀⠀⠀i ⠀ski p g a b at. Y⠀ c⠀⠀'t ev⠀n h⠀⠀⠀ m⠀...

On the right is the same old maroon goop. It seems sloppily, but deliberatly, coated onto the panelling, almost as if placed by a puppet.

The two conflicting images do nothing to assuade your dread, but you reluctantly proceed through the... oh. The door is locked. Well, that's a great excuse to leave it alone and never come back, right? Riiight.

>Return.