[if you look through the crack in the door, the volume increases even further, feathers settling down to the floor again behind you - you can hear a few individual fragments in there.]

"i want to kiss him i want to touch him i want to"
"i want my freedom, but i'm scared, i want someone to tell me what to do, but i"
"i want to feel safe again."
"i want her back, i want them back."
"i want to go home."
"i never want to see that place again, i hate it, i want to stop remembering--"
"i want them to love me."
"i want to make something"
"i want a burger…"
"why won't they look at me? i want--"
"i want--"
"I WANT"

[. . . the deluge continues indefinitely. can you even process this right now? the words are so loud they hammer on the inside of your skull.

in what tiny space is left for your other senses, you can notice that through the door is an endless series of hotel corridors, with the nameplates on the doors all blank. those of you who have been to Dream's realm or saw a certain memory at Cutie Velvet's sharing game will find it familiar.]