I opened the first door.
It is a large room lit by sunlight.
A heavy car drove by outside
Make the porcelain tremble.
I open door number two.
Friend! You drink some darkness
and become visible.
Door number three. A cramped hotel room.
View towards an alley.
A lamppost shines on the asphalt.
Experience, its beautiful slag.
She recited this poem silently in her heart and hid her figure in the darkness.
The living beings who were not dead were walking non-stop, and the sound of breathing could be heard in the silence.
Who can survive in this world will lose their clarity and become one of the undead.