[ She shakes her head. It is never pleasant, to be the barer of bad news. No matter how great or small. ]

I walked as if in a thick sea mist, which I am quite used to, to not lose my head so immediately, for long enough to lose the shape of the archway I had come from initially. I tried to follow the sound of the ocean, as much as I could I let it guide me...

Then I found another archway, and instead of appearing somewhere new, I walked out right the way I had come. This has happened every time I have attempted it.