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The door to the dark room closed behind her. The blackness of the room overwhelmed her, for she hadn't known it was possible to be so blind. No finger of light left even the faintest trace of a fingerprint on any of the walls. Cautiously, she stretched out her hand, searching for something... but she didn't know what. She began to walk, as uncertainly as a small child taking its first steps. She searched for firm footing with her bare feet, probing the ground with her fingers before shifting her full weight onto her leg... She managed three steps, though not decisive, when suddenly something, some imaginary powerful hands, pushed her with great force... she fell... she felt fear and, for unseen reasons, humiliation... the kind of feeling when someone slaps her for no reason. She couldn't explain what she was experiencing, as if her emotions were unfolding outside of her... without her participation... drops flowed from her eyes... she gathered them with one finger and pressed them to her lips, moistening her dry lips... she realized its strange taste... yes, this is what blood tastes like... how many times, while sewing, she pricked her finger, greedily drinking drops of the crimson fluid of life from the wound, but where was the blood in her eyes? She froze, searching for some explanation, but found nothing... something told her to get up and pushed her gently... cold... an immense cold began to tear at her skin... but the sensory experience lasted only three seconds... suddenly, she felt cold somewhere deep within her... in her mind... in her soul... claws of frost were tearing her apart from within... her existence, not her body, which was merely a host. She couldn't scream, although the pain originating outside her nervous system was gripping her Self... she grabbed her head, pressing her temples with her hands... she chose this area at random, because she didn't know where this piercing pain was coming from... she dug her nails into her skin until it bled... her face contorted in a silent moan of despair... when suddenly everything she was experiencing internally disappeared... as if with a snap of the fingers... a moment... a microsecond and it was gone... and just a moment ago there was suffering... suffering that in a hierarchy can be placed above everything a human can touch and understand... and now - nothing... a barren state of mind... and despite the zero baggage of thoughts and sensations... a feeling of heaviness surrounding her with an external membrane... the weight of "nothing" rested on her shoulders... an invisible cross of indifference was crushing her... increasing its mass with each passing second... she fell to her knees... but this baggage of emptiness was pressing her closer and closer to the ground... she heard in some gibberish in her head... the sounds of many words spoken at once, louder and louder... screams... all the inarticulate human screams... the screams of the crowd... and suddenly one sentence in a whisper... a sentence with the smell of death... the sentence: "to feel means to suffer, not to feel means not to be..."... and again silence... and again incomprehensible darkness... and again disorientation... She lay on the ground and felt herself... the beating of her heart... those everyday, her own,explained... she lay and waited... waited for another onslaught of darkness... nothing came... She decided to get up and find a way out... a place where she would feel completely safe. However, she couldn't straighten up completely because suddenly the ceiling lowered enough that she could only move on her knees and supported by her hands... cautiously, she began to move... she came across something that seemed to be a wall. Now she was holding on to it... she had been crawling on all fours for several hours... when at a certain point she was blinded by flashes every five seconds... a flash?... a camera?... photos?... no... fire... some letters... a burning inscription... disappearing too quickly to read... yet attracting maximum attention because it appeared so close, right under the eyelid, as if on the cornea... and strangely compelling to read... a flash... and... motionless, melted into the flames, words pulsating with red: "we love to hate, we hate to love"... and peace... and a question hanging somewhere in the air, meaningless... simply "?"... she leaned against the wall... but she knew that if she didn't move any longer, she would fall asleep from exhaustion, so she continued along the wall.

The next few hours passed, she moved slowly, thirsty, hungry and terrified, and she realized that the wall she was walking next to had many twists and turns... it was a labyrinth... she would never get out of here... she would never get out of here, no one would help her... panic... no... peace... but panic... she would die here... - no, she would get out... a battle of thoughts in her consciousness... a moment of resignation when... her hand touched a cold object in the wall... a doorknob!!! Rescue!!!... hope... she pressed the handle and pushed the door open... sharp knives of light pierced her eyes, accustomed to the dark... with a quick movement she pushed the small door even further and, with her eyelids closed against the brightness, crawled out of the dark prison... and... began to fall down... The flight didn't last long... she landed on a soft surface... with her hand she felt that she was lying on something like yarn... warm yarn... she slowly began to open her eyes. From behind her squinted eyelids, an image of brightness fell into her eyes and painted on the retina... after a few moments she opened them completely. What is it? Everything around is white... where is it? She started looking around and noticed a large flesh-colored structure on her right... on it... wait a minute... hair... black hair... she began to examine it... neck... scar... outline of a jaw... everything gigantic... and with the speed of light the answer arrived... sitting on someone's enormous shoulder... she looked up... Between the combed hair a small, round, open door...