She felt for the lock in the dark.
There were multiple key holes. This place was incomprehensible. She was searching for the one she knew, the one with a shape as familiar to her as the back of her hand. Her vision was black. It drove her crazy to live in a moment of void for more than five minutes. She wasn't particularly dying where she was. There was no time limit, and her life wasn't at stake. But she was lost, and that feeling alone was like a warning for Consequences. She searched over and over again.
She didn't have a key, no. And yet she was still searching, like unlocking something was her obligation, and that she must get through a door before a Consequence comes and gets her. She was a Dreamer, for goodness' sake! Aren't Dreamers supposed to be able to see in the dark? Maybe she didn't know what that meant, but she had thought it impractical for peoples alike herself to calculate, to search for a fixed principle that could get her out, like the Scientists would.
But the hourglass was illusory.
