A door is ahead. You still felt a desire to stop and stay in the Weaver's room for just a little while, but surely just opening the door couldn't hurt? Your hand hit the doorknob, and you felt a strange warmth to it. There was a warmth to this door as a whole, contrasting to the cold that filled the rest of the room. You swung the door open, anyways.

A mouth. The room was, very clearly, a mouth.

You feel awkward disturbing it, even if it doesn't seem to mind. Maybe you should give it something, as a sort of apology?

-> calculator-calculator cable

-> blue flower

-> pink flower

-> nah. you do give a verbal apology, though. dropping random stuff into the mouth door seems equally likely to upset them as it does act as a good apology. <-