You're walking down a hallway. Dimly lit, despite the absence of windows or lamps, but enough to see where you're going. It feels like a dream; your movements and thoughts are sluggish, your body feels light and heavy at the same time. Perhaps you are dead. Though, it doesn't matter at the moment.
You reach a door. You're about to open it when you see an inscription on the wood, engraved into a silver plaque. Something about it stops your breath and you shakily let go of the handle.
What did it say?