I look at the titles of the books. Wait, is the lamp on?

Yes, the lamp is on. That's how you could see the books.

The books have blank covers.

I open the top one

All of the pages in the book are blank.

Huh that's weird I say to myself. I put it aside and open up the next.

Also blank!

I cast it aside, slightly annoyed and look at the next.

The door opens! (The third book was also blank.)

An androgynous person of indeterminate age pops their head out from the door.

"Next!" they say.

"Where am I, who are you, and why are all the books blank?"

The person sighs in a world-weary way.

"Do you want to come in here and talk about that, or do you want to stay in the waiting room?"

I follow through the door. Wait, there's only one door, a little odd for a waiting room.

Indeed!

Inside the adjoining room you see a desk, another lamp, and another potted plant. Your host sits down behind the desk and picks up a clipboard and a pen.

There is a chair on this side of the desk, where you could potentially sit down.

In addition to the door you just passed through there is another door on the opposite side of the room.

"Name?" they say, pen poised over the clipboard.

I sit down in the chair. He promised me some answers and I get the feeling running won't get me far. "Isaac Gunderson" I say.

"Hello, Isaac, and welcome. Favorite color?"

"blue, no green" I respond, hoping to inject a bit of levity.

"You realize those are really quite different. Is green your final answer?"

They would be looking at you over the top of their glasses, if they were wearing glasses.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't aware this was a very fraught question. It isn't where I'm from"

They just look at you steadily, pen at the ready.

Isaac thinks hard. This might have consequences beyond what he knows. The associations of each are different: the life giving or poisonous green, the blue that can either be the implacable remorseless sea or the expansive sky. Well, with nothing more to work with it might as well be green.

"Yes" he responds. "Green is my final answer".

"Good." They make a note on their clipboard.

"What else would you like to specify, before you walk through the door? Or are you a green purist?"

Isaac thinks. "Well I do also like blue. Is blue-green a possibility? And I'd like some answers"

"You've already chosen green as your final answer, so that part is done. However, you might add some blue, but you'll have to tell me what will be blue. You? Your love interest? Your nemesis?"

Love interest? Nemesis? This is sounding pretty high stakes. And maybe black would be a less formidable nemesis. "We're not talking about paint are we" he says.

The host looks at you implacably. If you were the self-conscious sort, you might decide it was a pitying look.

"No. It's not about paint."

Pen still hovering.

"what is it about? I think I'm going to need to know more before I make a big decision"