numbers today: numbers on the ground, everywhere, random. walls covered in zipper-people...the floor was clear and underneath my feet was mostly black, but once in a while i could catch a glimpse of a map of the numbered area. a dull hum surrounded me, punctuated by something like a person pounding on random keys on a piano. it gave me a headache, and i wanted to find a way out...

a flashing red door covered in concentric, colorful diamonds was before me. i went inside and went down a narrow hallway, random numbers appearing under me, until i reached a room full of beds. i could see forms under their sheets, but no faces: they were all lying on their stomachs, their faces smothered in their pillows. one of the bird-women was there...but her eyes were bugging out, and when she saw me, she smiled and walked away. my hands wrapped around my knife...never know when i need it. she could go mad any second.

cabinets lined the bedroom wall. i opened them, and they each led to an abyss. the last one drew me in...and i was in a purple world filled to the brim with grimacing guillotines and mad bird-women. they chased after me, around and around. it was like i was running in circles. they grabbed me, and i knew immediately that they wanted my head. they grabbed me by my hair, by my neck...the guillotines clattered up and down, their teeth glistening with the blood of previous victims. a small pile of heads surrounded each of them. i felt my neck slide into the form-fitted hole, and i could hear the contraption bellow a laugh before it clanged down onto my neck. i fell face first into the violet dirt. i breathe my last breaths....good bye...

but the hum was back. the door returned to my vision and flashed. pianos and horrible chords. i rose and continued.