The World completes the Major Arcana journey, signaling that every ending is a beginning. Meanwhile, The Chariot represents movement and reflecting on the distance traveled in a journey. Taken together, I realize these cards actually represent a reconciliation of opposites: the journey and the destination, descending and ascending, ending and beginning—which are all really the same thing in the universe of the tarot.

Taking in this sculpture, a sense of serenity washes over me. It’s a very welcome sensation, given the couple of days we’ve had. If only I could dwell in here a little longer, to calm my racing nerves.

But I know it’s time to answer the question for Door Four: Who are you?

I open the door.

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I open the door.

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Walking into the next room, I actually find it’s much more of a hallway, curving into an unseen bend. I hope this is a good sign, considering I’m supposed to follow the path that leads me forward. Really, I chose this door because Grandma’s Major Arcana expression was The Lovers. How could I not honor her by choosing her doorway?

As I make my way in the semidarkness around the curving hallway, I find it leads to another wall with doors. But I also spot something that freezes me in place: two figures standing on either side of the doors, elongated and misshapen. At first I’m convinced someone is standing there, some incorporeal form…

Until I realize the figures are just painted, abstract outlines of two humans.

Feeling somewhat haunted by these looming figures, I focus instead on the scroll question for Door Five: What matters more?

I open the door.

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I open the door.

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Who am I? I am The Empress, of course.

As I walk through the doorway of my expression, my only question is whether Perilli was just as taken with The Empress, or if he somehow intended for me to be the one walking these maze halls?

Whatever the truth is, I do feel at home in this next twisting room. It’s full of fake plants, since theoretically no one would be allowed in to water real ones. Still, the point is taken. I’ve entered Mother Nature’s transformative doorway, walking through representations of her green grandeur.

As I do walk though, the lights flicker violently once again, trying to come back on. I close my eyes, waiting for the flickering to pass. After a few moments it does, returning me to darkness. Using my flashlight, I find the next wall…

Which has only one door set into it, painted blue.

I walk through this singular blue door.

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