A vast circular chamber swallowed by oppressive darkness, its curved walls lined with seven ominous doors, each radiating an eerie glow that bleeds into the shadows. The first door pulses with the deep crimson of fresh blood, its light throbbing like a wound. Next, a sickly yellow-red hue seeps from the second, resembling feverish embers. The third blazes with molten gold, almost too bright to look at, while the fourth emits an unsettling greenish-blue, like phosphorescent algae in a drowned abyss. The fifth door is blindingly white, its purity harsh against the gloom. But the sixth door—its presence is a void, a creeping shadow that dims the chamber itself, as if swallowing the air. Lastly, the seventh flickers with cold lunar silver, casting ghostly reflections on the floor like spilled mercury. The air hums with silent tension, each door a silent sentinel to something unseen.