As I forced stale air into my lungs and locked my knees to stop them from shaking, I decided to concentrate on walking through the door. The large, looming double-doors gleamed like scorched dandelions and made me squint as I examined the handle. It was brass and probably burning hot from the constant heat. Moving slowly forward my hands reached tentatively to the handle, finding it surprisingly smooth and cool. I pushed the door with both hands and entered the most fascinating room I'd ever seen...