-My Chamber of Reflection -

Take a stroll along with me into the darkness of a chamber.  A chamber that  reeks of mold and designed to frighten any passerby who dares approach.  It is a chamber called the chamber of reflection, for it is naught but the dark recess of the soul that decides to stay.  Words of fright provoke one to leave while curious objects invite the true seeker further in, and the musty atmosphere, barely lit, with the walls staring back, remind the seeker of why he is at the Temple Door and the untrue seeker of why he must immediately leave.