As you swing open the door ...
Now you find the door's entrance some 20 feet above the ground.
You see a shore comprised of tufted grass, white grainy sand mixed with outcroppings of salt and pale blue sloughs, about a dozen of them, tightly grouped along the rim of a larger body of water which does not quite reach to the horizon. You can just barely see the hazy edge of land about three or four miles away. The sloughs are clear from your vantage point above them, with brown algae balls rolling on the bottoms, occasionally obscured by the little waves caused by wind rippling over the water surface.
More than anything, however, you notice the stench. It is profound - a mix of sulphur and something akin to manure, rising from the ponds and filling the air. The temperature is still warm, much the same as the forest, but here the atmosphere is cloying and thick from the smell.
Andrej is stunned. He knows where this is. It's the Sivash Sea, also known as the Rotten Sea, between the Crimea and Kherson. With the sun behind you, as it was before, you're certainly looking at it from the Crimean side. Andrej has never been here, but he has heard it described a hundred times; it is at the west end of the Azov Sea, which Andrej crossed when he first went to Europe from Cumana. Cumana would be some 250 miles from here, perhaps even closer.
It does not appear, however, that 'thinking' has anything to do with the door opening here.
The walls of the room have changed in color; they have shifted from umber, which they were before, to a dark lavender. You do not know what this means.