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Not willingly now stepping into the puddles I crossed the threshold and an impenetrable darkness surrounded me. The inadvertent uneasiness was washed away by the re-sensible scent, which had previously only receded into the background of my consciousness. Along with it, my surroundings became more comprehensible, or rather visible, with the exception of an impenetrable smear. I spontaneously moved deeper into the rooms with a sudden knowledge of their arrangement.
Instinctively, I opened the door, which could not be seen... Behind it stretched a hazy darkness, which, however, did not prevent me from traversing this space.
Every time my shoe touched the floor I heard a disgusting sloshing, and the smell became unbearably omnipresent. And just when it was reaching its peak I heard a distant hoarse cough.
I found him... Who?
Zhunim was sitting leaning against the wall near the overturned table, spitting the now omnipresent tar. His pallor was reflected in this dark room, and he seemed not to notice me at all, talking to himself:
- ... full of people after all... Strange where Fulu is... Ouch... Come on...
-... Zhunim? - I uncertainly asked my mumbling saviour. Only now, as if snapped out of some trance, he became aware of my presence.
- Hastar...? You want a drink too huh? Well, but there's no one...
- What are you talking about? What are you doing here anyway?
