The corridor beyond the narrow door wasn't long, but the room it led into was wondrous enough.
There were no torches in the room, yet the light emitted by the jellyfish-like creatures floating in the air illuminated it brightly.
Voldemort stood cautiously at the doorway, not daring to enter.
He watched the creatures' paths but couldn't discern their nature or find any pattern to their movements.
The room seemed to have no ceiling.
He couldn't help leaning into the room to look up, confirming that there was no ceiling.
As far as the eye could see, light stretched on without end.
"Whoosh."
The moment Voldemort leaned in, the jellyfish noticed him and began surging toward him frantically.
Voldemort immediately pulled his head back, not letting them touch him.
After a moment's hesitation, he slowly reached into the room with the hand holding the Mist Rope.
"Whoosh."
The jellyfish swarmed over again, quickly enveloping his outstretched hand.
Nothing unusual happened. He only felt a faint, soft, watery touch.
After a moment, Voldemort slowly stepped into the room.
"Whoosh."
More jellyfish surged toward him, but each one drifted away after touching him.
This continued, and their light made Voldemort's eyes very uncomfortable.
But he resisted the urge to close his eyes, watching as even more jellyfish rushed toward him.
Suddenly, he spotted a golden jellyfish.
As it rushed toward him, the countless white-glowing jellyfish parted to make way.
"Smack."
The golden jellyfish charged at Voldemort, who didn't dodge, and struck him hard in the face.
For a brief moment, Voldemort's vision went black.
As the darkness receded, he glimpsed a different world beyond it.
"Ho! Ha! Ho! Ha! Ho! Ha!"
Countless people chanted as they pushed a huge stone over rolling logs across a vast, barren land.
Voldemort tried to see more