Three golden feathers floated about the doorframe. As one brushed against my face, sparks of colorful dust puffed into the air. It dissipated almost instantly, leaving a soft scent of flowers & sweetness wafting thru the space.

The sounds behind me grew closer, darkness encroaching with screams & wails & horrors unknown. I glanced at the two other doors then back to the beautiful gleaming feathers in front of me and thought ... "By Grace, I am saved ..."