As you enter this room, you notice it's Dark. Your eyes
need adjustment before they can see anything at all. The
door closes silently behind your back and first you are
unable to move, let alone escape.

But not long after, you notice it's quite cosy. As you start
imagining what this room might look like, you can see it
take the form of whatever you were thinking. But make no
mistake! It's all a trick and illusion. If you would dare to go
touch the desk you just imagined, you wouldn't touch a thing.
It's not there.

So then there you stand, a bit at loss but never afraid. You
were afraid the first split second but you know there's no
need for it now anymore. Then you see me. Actually, you
don't really see me, but you see something and you tell your-
self it's me, going to that desk that didn't exist when you tried
to touch it.

You see me go; hiding back in the darkness I came from,
but you know I'm watching you. And you realise that you
will only be safe for as long as I am and so you're ok with it.
When I'm gone again, your curiosity wins and you want to see
what I did at that unexisting desk. You notice some scripts,
some in a language you will not understand, some in a language
you are familiar with.

As you try to touch the papers, you notice they won't disappear.
And the desk is still there, you're touching it. The chair will hold
you now as well and a candle is burning on the desk. You know
nothing can hold you back now...

And as you start to read and decide to start with poems, you rea-
lise the stories are actually a lot brighter and more positive. You
feel the urgent need of mine to get to hear the latter are the ones
that should statistically score the best, because it's what I need
to survive!

And off you go...