the abandoned theatre part thirteen

Back in the filing cabinet room, the "I tried my best" folder lies open on the floor. I'm not sure what I should do now. I have an urge to take other folders out and explore the secrets they hold... but I am also frightened. Is this messing with time?

I move down the row of filing cabinets and open the one labeled "Moments when the world was yours." I look through the folders and pick one called "Rush of seawater and sunshine." I think I already know what it contains, but I open it anyway and in a flash I stand on a beach amidst the screams of teenagers and seagulls, the wash of the tide and clamor of voices. What the cabinet says is true: the world is theirs. And I am intruding. I touch the note in my pocket and land back in the room.

I am drawn to a cabinet with one of the darker labels. "Monsters in the shadows." Shaking, I take it out and open it. I find myself hovering over a room in the nighttime, where someone sits alone and afraid of the dark world outside the windows. This is a very recent memory and I feel anchored to the scene, and I linger here for a while. Then I start to feel myself being pulled back to the room...

When I am back there, I look down at the piece of paper in the "monsters in the shadows" folder. It holds some interesting, cryptic writing... I read it:

"The cliffside
The space between planets
The shadows under the bed
The broken anchor
The end of a rope
there must be something else
What next?"