You splash the water everywhere haphazardly. A part of the wall opens up to reveal a door, though it doesn't retract. You are confused, and as you look about you, flowers cover all the areas you splashed. You suppose you must have just ignored them all along, since this night is really getting to you and messing with your head.
Approaching your way to the door, you could swear you see a small book with flowers sprouting from it, but you ignore it, not wanting to linger in this weird place. Your memory gets foggy, as if all of this has been a recurring dream you've been woken up from too early to remember why it was important.
Next.