You approach the golden door, feeling tenser at each step. Once close enough, you take a deep breath and insert the golden key inside the keylock.
The key turns on its own and the door opens the same way. All you see behind is white, blindingly white light.
You step in wearily and the light starts to engulf you. As you leave behind the island and hear the music fading away you think about everything that you saw. You’re sure there were things of importance.
You think of the phrases in red, and remember that strange event at the storehouse
« Someone other than the culprit »
Then you remember the sensation of being someone else , and using the ring to get out.
You refeel the sensation of the pie falling on your head as you think about room 3, and groan slightly, then it was the use the ring to get in, the strange axe-made gash on rudolf’s forehead, the axe somehow there.
Then at last the final room. The torch and the hacksaw on the table... You think of all the objects before that disappeared, leaving only butterflies behind, outlasting a purpose you knew about... Then those two...
You think of your encounter with Virgilia, the tale she told you... And the boat. Yes the boat made out of those things you found in these three rooms. Then the ring again. And the golden key.
The truth. Theseus’s paradox.
The light starts to dim slightly as you end your collection of the events. And you find yourself in a familar room, a man stands in the middle, smiling as he sees you.