The entire lobby is covered with green, black and white marble, and the boundless loneliness and helplessness turn into ghosts, rapidly invading from all directions.
When I was less than six years old, I sat in the middle of the lobby with my knees in my arms. I couldn't see or hear. I could only feel danger and terror approaching from the air. I wanted to ask for help and opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. I wanted to escape, struggled and moved my limbs, but it was completely powerless.