Asylum

"What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, 'This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more" - Friedrich Nietzsche

With a slow pace You enter an unlit hallway. You pause for several minutes. Your footsteps still echo. On the left side there exists a painting. You start to move towards the painting with awe. You are hanged by your interior air. A harsh breeze comes from within the painting. Water drips from the frame, drop by drop until it covers your black ragged shoes. You perceive the tremendous disproportion between your left and right arm. Suddenly a ladder appears in the end of the hallway. You choose to ascend. All collapses into a blaze.
A door is on the ground. You emerge from it. You sit with a continuous glaze upon a monumental mechanical clock, similarly to the Big Ben. You start to notice that eight ravens circle the clock. Each raven has a white wing and a red beak.
You, now, turn your sight towards the agglomerated street, though soundless. You notice the similarities between each citizen, their complex – ant like system – repetitive actions. Their appearance, twin-like. Their skin is pale, dry.