Her mind was completely, terrifyingly warped. The boundless white had stripped away every sense of distance and depth, leaving her suspended in a visual vacuum, while the absolute silence pressed against her eardrums like a physical weight. It wasn't just a room; it was an active, malevolent magic designed to systematically dismantle her sanity.
I can't find this damn door... Where is it? Where?
She forced her trembling chest to expand, drawing in a slow, jagged breath of the heavy air, holding it before releasing it in a sharp exhale.
Calm down, she ordered herself, fighting the rising hysteria. Think. She said to find the door, and if it isn't there, to create one. But how do you build an exit when your entire reality has been flattened into a blank sheet of paper?
