Disorientated but relieved to be safe, I make a note of number 8. I notice some other patrons are missing and wonder if I'm being too risky.
But curiosity has taken hold so I head back towards the corridor with the intention of walking much farther this time to see if I can find door number 1979.
It takes you at least half an hour to make your way towards the end of the 1000s where you find 1979. The hallway continues undeterred beyond.
Door 1979 opens to a vast landscape of low rolling hills covered in clover of white and purple. The sky, peppered with a few wispy clouds, is a unique lilac coloration. The air smells vaguely of honey and cinnamon. Off in the distance you can see shore line to either a sea or a vast lake. A small village, intercut with cobblestone streets, sits on its edge.
The 1979 door remains behind you, partially ajar to the great hallway.