The subtle fragrance of nectar works its way into your dream and wakes you from your sleep.
Even with your eyes shut, you can tell this isn't the room you usually stay in.

Open your eyes.

Try to go back to sleep.

Stretch your body.

Still, no matter where you look, the space is colored Klein Blue—just like everywhere else.

You try to sink back into the comfort of darkness, but the sweet scent stimulates your senses.
In the end, you're forced awake in a room drenched in Klein Blue.

You roll and turn as you stretch off the stiffness of a long rest, exploring the space as you do so.
It feels meaninglessly empty. You could roll around a few more times without hitting a thing.

A note hangs prominently on the door, its stark lettering immediately readable at a glance:
On the other side of this door is your homeland, though one you've never seen before.
You may go around as you like until I return.
Remember to say hello at the Paris base. Try to be polite.
Don't mention Manus Vindictae to strangers.
Have a pleasant trip, and stay safe.

Open your eyes to see the future that we know?

In Front of the Door

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