The walls wind into darkness wind into light. Everything turns and twists and mixes into a mess of senses. I see the spirits of the foolish men like me who have treaded past the point where they could survive, their blood dripping out of the cracks in the walls. The room, which seemed like it had only one end, now branches into many, each a deathly passage into the darkness, into the void, into the abyss. No longer was this the time of fighting mighty creatures, for now the world I tread has been stolen from me! Now I infinitely walk, cursed to tread the nothingness. No more had I had a fear, no more had I had a dream. This was not dreamlike. This was the worst nightmare I have ever experienced. This was the only nightmare that nobody could wake me up from.