You walk along beside the river of lava in the direction of its flow. It creeps along so sluggishly that you can easily outpace it. You wonder where it's headed. Maybe it flows out of a crack in the side of a mountain.
It has a timeless quality about it, as though it has been flowing forever, but surely that isn't possible. The lava would have to cool and turn to solid rock.
A squeaking noise overhead is followed by the quick pain of something scratching your face. There are fluttering wings that you beat away with your hands. Bats! The memory of dark creatures of the night flows back into your mind and you become alarmed. Blood-sucking bats! You can hear the flutters and squeaks above your head. They must roost in this part of the caverns.
But now that you are alert, there are no more attacks. Can they sense that you are ready for them? You keep walking.
You don't know how much time has passed. Hours? You are tired and thirsty and hungry. You realize that you could die down here in these caves. A deep sadness fills your heart. It seems unfair that you should die without knowing who you are or why you are here.
The phrase "Life is unfair" crosses your mind and you recognize it as something you heard in that other world, that other place where you existed before waking up in the room with three doors.
You wish that you had chosen a different door than the red one. Surely anything would be better than this underground hell. Hell! Another memory from the world before this one. Demons and the Devil. Your heart sinks. Now you wish you were back in that state of ignorance that you had when you first awakened. You don't want to know these things and feel these fears.
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