Retelling the Video

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Shownu's Point of View

I walked out of the white smoke into a room with a closed door. It was a miniature forest, and I was all alone. The others were nowhere to be seen.

I looked around a saw that the smoke had cleared. There was a glass tank with pebbles and very pale blue flowers in it on a white wooden stand in the middle of the room, which had a kind of clearing in it for the stand.

I walked over to the door and looked out one of the little windows. There were nine little circular ones in a three by three grid. I saw a door across a hallway with windows like mine, a yellow light spilling from them. I couldn't see anyone in the room.

I went back to the flowers and gently put my fingers to their petals, feeling the velvety softness. They looked like they needed to be watered, so I looked around the room for something to use. I looked around in the bushes. I pushed aside leaves and almost fainted of surprise when a snake slithered out of one of the piles I had just moved. Then, under a tree in a cluster of purple flowers, I found a thick glass bottle with a round stopper. The bottle was filled with blue liquid. I smiled, happy that I had found something for the flowers, and walked over, taking the stopper out.

The aroma that rose from the opened bottle was intoxicating. I inhaled deeply, wanting more and more of the scent. I lifted it to my mouth, intending to see if it tasted as good as it smelled, when I froze.

A memory had come back to me all of a sudden. A memory filled with smoke and laughter. I had done something with this stuff before, and it hadn't ended well. I frowned at the memory of how good I had felt in that smoke filled room. Why was I using that stuff to make me feel better instead of relying on my friends to help me be happy? They were more than capable of doing that, I knew they were. So why...

My eyes got wider as I realized something. I was in this room so I could help myself. I had used things, be it toys or this blue drug, to make me happy almost all my life. I should have simply let my friends make me happy instead of using things that didn't matter and wouldn't matter in the next week or month. My friends were all that mattered. They made me happier than anything I had ever used.

I tipped the bottle towards the flowers, letting the thick blue liquid fall into the tank. The water in it turned light blue and the flowers turned the same color slowly. When they were finished changing color, I sat down in front of the white stand facing the door. I set the bottle next to me and put the stopper back in.

Someone would open that door soon. So I would sit and wait for that person.

Jooheon's Point of View

I walked the halls everyday, waiting for them to come. I saw smoke filling the backs of the rooms and smiled. They were coming. I stopped in front of the first door on the right. Shownu's room. I watched for hours as he saw the flowers, found the bottle, and battled his inner mind. I smiled when he tipped the bottle towards the tank and sat in front of it. His door opened outwards. He would still see it as a closed door because the others' doors weren't open, but I knew that it meant he had realized the truth of his room and learned what it wanted him to know. He had figured it out. He was free.

I smiled and walked to the pile of rope in front of the first two doors and watched the darkness past the last two doors get lighter. I pulled a pocket watch out of my pocket and got up again. I almost never stayed sitting. I wrapped part of the chain around my middle finger and let the watch drop. Then I froze, because this was for Minhyuk, who was in his room without it.

I smacked my head, cursing my stupidity, and grabbed the watch in my hand again. I walked to his door, the last on the right, and put the hand with the watch through the thin rectangular slit. I let the watch drop again and he took it. I pulled my hand back into the hallway and sat on my rope again, the rope was my item, the thing that helped me learn my lesson.

It helped me learn that it takes more than one strand to make a strong rope.