From DreyNet

In the distance a bell tolls, sonorous and heavy with portent, announcing the arrival of dignitaries. But was it part of the dream? You sit up, stretching and waking upon the chaise, uncertain if the echo beats behind the walls of books or the walls of sleep.

At the foot of the long chaise are the books you were reading, one an old diary, the other full of faces. Under your satin pillow, as always, is the curved dagger. One must be cautious in this house.

Getting up, you move to the chess table, noting your unseen opponent has made his next move. What a brave little pawn. After a moment's consideration, you make a bold play.

Next, you peer through the brass telescope near the old trunk. The Tower is gone, replaced by a hand bearing a curious glyph.

Where will you go today? True, there are no doors or windows in this room, but you have since learned many of the hidden exits. Of course, you could always go back to sleep.