Traversing the Truth

[Caliban]

It was at the door when Vincent noticed his surroundings truly go quiet and the light coming through the windows change their hue. He didn't know why he was doing what he was doing, and that included him walking up to an unmovable door that closed shut by an unknown force every time he opened it. And then he remembered a voice. The ominous voice that barged into his head. It came from a Nomad Warform, presumably. "We must unite our minds" he understood, yet cut off by the realization that he wasn't facing a Nomad anymore. That Locke wasn't next to him anymore. That he was alone in some sort of swamp.

And now that he was in front of a door. A metal door with etchings on the middle of it, incomprehensible at first glance.