Through the obsidian door, there were the fires of hell and death staring me in the face.

through the aquamarine door, there were all the the wonders of the ocean swimming around me.

through the basil door, there was green grass and birds chirping in tall trees with life in every single bit of fibre.

through the amber door, there was a volcano spewing out lava, and molten rocks rocks falling from the sky plummeting down to earth.

through the honey door, was a golden palace with beautiful flowers surrounding the shining palace and birds flying in perfect formation over the golden palace.