In this hallway of eternal echoes, amidst the static phone booth dreams, lies the Door of Whispers. Soliloquies catch a cold here, and the doorknob is a seasoned gossip.
Rumor has it, the last brave soul attempted to enter and emerged covered in post-its and unsolicited advice from furniture that had lost its way in existential dialogues.
Seek the Advice Table Riddle Me This Door