"...I do not know what this place is. I don't remember how I got here. I've been walking on it for a few... Hours? Days? Weeks? Each door here leads to the same space, which is virtually no different from the previous one. It's probably my fate to die here, but, I have to keep going. Something unknown pulls me, not to look for a way out, but on the contrary, to go deeper."

"My legs hurt terribly. I want to rest, but I can't... As soon as I sit down, the same unknown force immediately pulls me away."

"Is this normal? I hear some voices clearly whispering: "Illic ' haud via ex hic. Tu ginta errare hic in aeternum". Immediately, a noise began to appear before my eyes, from which I felt something warm flowing down my lips. Blood. The smell of iron brought me to my senses for a fraction of a second and I wiped it off... No, I smeared blood on the muzzle. In other things, it was absolutely all the same..."