Morpheus has accomplished the unthinkable, but now the difficulty awaits. The perplexing decision he must make in order to determine his future. Morpheus sunk into a deep meditation, traveling to different worlds and beyond. When he approached a bright red door with nothing but a gold door knob displayed on it. As Morpheus reached his hand out to grip the door, he felt a sudden surge of energy flow through him. The door knob acting as a current for that electricity to conduct its power and Morpheus being the mediator for it. As he twists the door knob slowly to the right and pushed forward he was amazed by what he saw. It seemed to be an infinite void of fog. Blanketed in what looked to be water, but really was a floor of reflection. Forcing whoever comes in to face there true nature and form. Morpheus walked a couple yards with his head down towards his feet admiring his reflection. He has never been afraid to face his own shadow. Morpheus is happy and pleased with who he truly is. Out of no where two lightening bolts struck down. Morpheus did not even flinch, only raising his eyes to see. Subsequently he heard a voice in his head conducting him to choose one of the three paths. The lightening bolts acting as barriers to each path. Morpheus must choose whether to return back to his square world, stay here in reflection land or travel away to the circle realm.