A little death never hurt

I open my eyes to see nothing but the pitch black. I look around and notice a spark of light that seems to move in a hexagonal pattern. The flashes were in a rainbow of colors. As I move around, they bend and bow, appearing to make a web of colors, leading me down a corridor to a rather odd door. It was a plain white door with a small black handle. Seeing no other choice, I open it to reveal a room with bright golden light.

The floors are made out of the finest marble. The chairs are plush and soft. Everything’s a smooth cream color, and I see columns made out of ivory. As I step into the room more, I start to see a wolf made of pure black fire sitting in the corner. Then, in a cage made ruby, a burning bird with a song soothes my soul. Under it is a glowing red mist, just hovering there. Then, in the center of the room, in jewel-encrusted thrown and sat upon it, is a man clad in light blue armor.