Olive's POV
It was dark, the sort of darkness that seemed thick enough to slice open. I waved my hands in front of my face but I couldn't see them.
As quickly, a flash of light illuminated the place. I was standing in a hallway with a generous variety of doors in distinct colors.
Voices echoed from behind those doors and I abruptly recalled the warnings of Atria.
She had advised me to go straight to the door I needed, curiosities had to be shoved in a dark box and tightly knotted.
So, I did just that. Ignoring the voices to take a peek, my eyes were fixed straight ahead, searching for the door leading into the memory of the orb.
To be honest, I had nothing in particular I was looking out for, but Atria was convinced I'd know if I reached.
A glowing door stood right in front of m
