In a perfect world little is little, some is some and many is many.
It was all practically accessible and made sense. The world is just how you estimate and there is no unwelcomed surprises.
But the place Dara was in was unbearable for some reason.
He had been through around 15 doors and somehow after disappearing, those doors came back with new numbers.
This loop felt like will go forever and he had to break through it but he didn’t know how.
After finding a stone, his first instinct was to got the next room and find the other one.
When he came out of the twentieth door, he knew he had to stop. With just a little more time to spare, he sat on the ground and took out the stones and looked at them.
He had to complete a heart using the stones but there were way too many stones for him to find under an hour.
Dara was thinking hard, he had to finish it there was no if or maybe. His intentions were absolute.
He then fished for the casket.