Drifting throughout the perpetual corridor of mono-yellow rooms, I lose myself in the strange idiosyncrasy I fall victim to. The nightmarish location is macabre to most; nevertheless, I persist. The bosom labyrinth is just that; familiar. A sense of hireath washes over me; although I feel blithesome, I accede to the fact that I shall not return to where I once was. I care not. I carry on with this comportment, my ears ringing due to the buzz of the lights. Although I recognize that my visit to these parts shall be unending, I am, oddly, fulfilled.