Destructive Desire

As I sat indulging in the foods I had been given, the thing, that I no longer knew what it really was, came back. It would create a doorway from the walls of the large, isolated room and leave through it, a sign, directions perhaps. As such, as I finished my meal, despite being bothered that I couldn't clean up after myself. I left and followed in its footsteps. As I left the room, I was met with the staircase once more, then I realized I didn't quite know what direction to go in. A series of red flames would then spark overhead and burn in the direction I was supposed to go, up.