[you slip out of a dream you don't remember having, one filled with cold snow and endless branches, one that leaves your heart shaken without understanding why.

now you’re in a completely white room that stretches on endlessly in continued nothingness; the floor is cracked and uneven, and crumbles a little with each step you take. parts of it are shifty like sand, while subsequent steps feel like rotted-through wood or broken glass threatening to cut at your feet. it's unpleasant to walk on if you choose to move at all. there's no immediate need to go far, at least: there are only two items of note in the expanse of whiteness.

there's a glowing gate directly ahead, the reddish-orange tint of it ominous at a glance. and, though it's harder to make out, off to your right is a single bright blue drawer hovering in the air at elbow height.]