Notes from The Labyrinth

You find yourself in front of a rusted spaceship port - though, on closer inspection, that rust looks an awful lot like old blood, and are those insect legs sticking out from one of the joints?

You find yourself in front of a door made of heavy, dark wood, and inscribed with a calendar of moon phases and constellations.

You find yourself in front of a door.

The door is solid metal this time.

You stand in front of a door.

You stand in front of what I can only describe as an art nouveau nightmare, forced into the approximate shape of a door.

You find yourself in front of a large wooden door.