Opposite from you, the door now between, the robed figure raises its head. A mirror reflects the observer in you, shocked, the door opens, a dog howls far away. This is your house now, from long ago, the floor creaks in discord harmony. Stairs ascend, stairs descend, a door slightly ajar. In the Moon position a sundial turns slowly, illuminated unto itself:

+Go upstairs: PAGE 3
+Open the door: PAGE 4
+Go downstairs: PAGE 5