The only thing I can feel is cold; although perhaps it is due to the constant breeze that moves my hair, which is strange, since I don't think I am in an open air place.
My eyes can hardly distinguish anything, I seem to be stuck inside a room full of useless junk that looks almost like a maze with no way out.
A small spark of compression suddenly breaks through my mind as I recognize the place, one I had been to many, many years ago and had almost put out of my memory because of the painful memories that invade me.
I walk and walk without stopping, but I don't get anywhere and I start to feel desperate. I didn't remember that this place was so huge, but it seems that it has multiplied even though I know it's impossible: it had been consumed by flames years ago.
So why was he there, as
