Angst is the door, to self-discovery, or denial. When the hall forks, the choice is yours. Which way will you go? Up the spiral staircase? Or the other way, to chaos, oblivion, the black hole of your plight? The world needs the riches of your soul, please do not get lost! I beckon you forth, each stair, a deep breath.
"Moonchild" series. This is sixish months old but I just had a dream about a dark hall forking and a few months ago a dream with a spiral staircase.