B.R.A.I.N

Paramedic: Guy, where are you from? What's with your eyes and your skin? This room doesn't seem to be inhabited by design. I don’t remember that you were registered in our department, and where did you come from here.

The man in the white coat looked sideways at the corner of the room. All of the concrete walls were riddled with cracks emanating from the corner, so that each line ended up starting at the corner and branching on and on. A single window was located high above the ceiling, illuminating the entire semi-dark room with a pale, bewitching light.

Paramedic: Heh, boy, do you want to tell me that you got here from somewhere outside through a crack in the wall? He-he-he, I'm joking, okay, let's go, newcomer, you will tell everything along the way, so imperceptibly we will reach the reception, we will have tea there, and then we will see what to do next.