CLXXXVIII. Finale.

The reality around Vanilla kept warping; amorphous black holes took everywhere, and the biggest of them all devouring the skies was about to end with Earth and everything humans could ever know. She didn't wait. She introduced the cone on the key groove, and swiftly pushed the medallion, automatically getting pulled by the door's mechanisms.

It spun on itself. Vanilla felt goosebumps flushing through her exhausted, about to collapse-body. The door trembled, got pushed back, and both of its sides began to spread like a flower bud, revealing its mystical interiors.

Only white was inside; white shining in the most luminous intensity, yet so soft that it could not harm one's vision. Vanilla took a deep breath.