A sigh left his lips as the exhaustion that plagued his body amplified upon realizing he had survived. It was a momentary sense of relief, hardly feeling accomplished quite yet as he looked directly ahead of himself.
Right there, a simple, white door sat, attached to no walls with no clue as to where it led. As he grasped the handle, he stood there for a moment, looking down at his calloused hand, watching the mixture of blood and sweat drip from his face.
["Is this it? Did I do it? I can't help but feel like this isn't the end yet–this uneasiness."]
Turning the handle, he opened the door slowly, carefully revealing what laid between the thresholds. It was a sight into the bare cosmos; drifting stars, expanding nebulae, all across an infinite, black canvas.
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