It is an empty room, with an open wooden-framed door that towers any possible trespasser. From the outside it may be confused with a perfectly squared block of concrete, in the middle of nowhere. There isn't anything near not even at a distance of a thousand feet radius, as if it was a vacuum that attracted and self-destructed whatever got close; a room from which everybody wants to stay away from.
             Though as simple and unattractive it may look, one unintentional glimpse at it and you will end up being tempted by the tremendous, though corrupted, power it disposes. After that glimpse, everywhere you'll look, the blocky image will be there, tormenting your mind to pass through its non-existing entrance, looking almost like a friendly welcome, a freeway to absolute solutions. Beside all possible temptations, the final choice of whether to avoid such an easy and short-term-convenient path, its in your own two feet. But once in, it takes a great deal to escape.
             The now visible iron forged door, slams behind you, revealing the uncolourness of that empty room, with both ceiling and floor of the surface similar to that of the screen on a cinema. Walls alike. And on a closer look, faint images of past moments are relived, all mixed into one, haunting the viewer as an avenging ghost which torments his killer until they meet on the same side of the mirror.
             A thick mass of concentrated air, makes breathing an unbearable task for common men. Anxiety, confusion, mind-blindness, pure anger, violence, those are the symptoms that blocky freeway hides well. The semi-putrid odour in the atmosphere denotes that what its being breathe is not air, but what your respiratory system is taking to our blood is a poisonous gaseous substance that it s not absorbed by the cells in your organs, by but the neurons in your brain, and the emotions in your heart. Your tongue is paralysed and thus no words can be spoken, which disinhibits and stimulates ...