With such vast space, and solid walls, your whispers echo back in a tone you don’t recognize, saying things you’ve never said.

You’re Alone, having one sided conversations with a stranger. You walk endlessly not paying attention to your surrounds, you’re just listening…

The voice stops, you look around, nothing is familiar

You’re lost

You ask yourself “How’d I get here?”

You can’t blame the stranger, you’re the one who listened.