The Last Chamber--
The Guardian
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I cross one room and pass through another. Walls and floors of dark red turn to pale white, and each following chamber echoes with the sound of my footsteps as I continue passing through pale, open doors.
My body grows tired after moving through what feels like thirty or so empty chambers. I no longer know, as each one begins to blur together. When I finally slow down after passing through yet another door, I hear the voice of the meditating Ajalu ring throughout the empty rooms around me:
“So much of your life has been wasted serving others. Why do you think The Guardian appeared?”
“Because no one else would protect him,” I say back. “You know this already.”
The lights emitted by the cubed, netite flooring flicker on and off.
“You chose to follow
