I try to search through my mind, I try to free my soul. My soul? My mind? What am I now? An entity? Endless corridors made of dusty mirrors surround me, reflecting the being I once was, stained with blood and bathed in tears. He holds out his hand into my direction, I have to help him to save my soul! I have to return to find my exit... Wandering through the lobby I have found my way. I open the door, as I'm hit by a blinding light. I hope I'll be free. Will I ever be free?...
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