Just like I had done before, I stepped into the entrance of the basement of the fifteenth floor, then moved down along the stone steps, letting the surrounding floor pass over my head.
Soon, I reached the bottom. Looking back, the stone steps behind me and the entrance above had disappeared without me noticing, couldn't tell exactly when they vanished. This is a dream, a place that's ambiguous, such things are not surprising. I just continued moving my gaze, looking around.
Unlike the actual basement of the fifteenth floor, this one in the dream cannot be called a room; it is merely a mysterious space of endless darkness. There is no furniture, no lighting, yet somehow I can clearly see my own body, and also the bodies of others.
