My hallway has white marble floors and arches of violet neon lights every two feet or so. It is very long and when I walk down it, my clicky footsteps echo back to me.

My stairway is spiral with very small, black metal stairs, which can be hard to walk down. The railing is black wrought iron that is cool to the touch.

My beta level is very dark, its only lighting from an unseen source. There is a wall of several doors, but the floor is incomplete and hovering over a vast nothingness. I have to hop across large tiles in order to reach my door.

My door is big, red, and menacing, made of metal and covered in rivets. The handle is elegant brass though, and the key is brass and intricately shaped, as though out of a fairy tale.

My secret place consists of two dirt paths that intersect with a circle (rotary, whatever). I enter from the south east (I don't know why I can't have cardinal direction) and have to walk up the SE/NW road through a dense forest. The further north I head, the thinner the woods get, and within the circle is a raised plateau of lavender and jasmine. The NE road is lightly wooded and to the northern side of it, there is a hammock suspended between trees and a bowling alley with a hedgehog for the ball and daffodils for the pins. The SW path is the most densely wooded and eventually leads me to a low brick wall with doors to my past lives. I have never travelled the NW path.