You wake up. Quite jarringly, in fact. Your head hurts, and you seem to be in a polished metal box. There's a set of doors on one side, but no doorknob. Right next to the door, there's a small panel. It has half a dozen buttons, labeled 1-6.

The button with the number 6 looks as if it's out of order. The button is hanging out of the socket by a red wire.

You're sure you've been in a place like this before, but you seem to remember it moving. Yes, these things are supposed to move. This one must be stuck. Call for help? Yes, you can call for help. But... how? You have no way to contact any people, and the elevator has nothing but the doors and the buttons.

Maybe you should press one.

You press button number 5. The whole box shakes a bit and starts to move. It keeps moving for a while, and then jerks to a stop.

The 2 doors slide apart, and a beautiful view of a wheat field with purple mountains in the background greets you. The smell of fresh rain and flowers hits you like... something that hits aggressively. It feels like it's calling for you to go out there. You feel that it's a place of peace and happiness.

You step lightly out of the box, bracing for something to happen as your foot hits the ground. But nothing does happen, and your other foot follows the first. You take a deep breath and try to appreciate the scenery. The doors are an oddity. They appear to be standing freely with no supports, a random pair of doors in the middle of a field. They're still open, and you can see the inside of the box.

It feels like the doors are going to close soon. It seems that if those doors close, they won't open again.

You rush back into the elevator the moment the doors started to shut.

You fall on your knees in the room and the doors slammed closed behind you.

Whew, you made it.

You turn around, and to your alarm the box starts moving again.

But you didn't push a button.

You bang your hands on the doors, hoping that someone can hear it, but there is no response.

After what seemed like hours (Probably 3 minutes), you stop and slump to the floor.

But the box chose that moment of your rest to stop.

You groan, and stand up.

The doors open, and you gasp at what you see beyond the doors