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"It feels cold. The air in here. Cold and heavy, old and forgotten. Smell and taste become the same. I’m not freezing, but it makes me shiver. Deep down I am. Underneath the world.
Sounds are limited by guarding walls. Those sounds, my breath, they leave me as they always do. But! It’s different today, different in here. They can’t travel away from me: as soon as they reach a wall, they come back and – in a way – stop in front of me; directly in front of me. As if they’re waiting, now silently waiting, silently expecting.
Strange sounds they are. Forming an aliance with those walls, underneath the world. Deep down."