Blank Cloister

I entered an infinite game called "Vientiane Corridor". The first task is: in a completely blank room, prohibiting any form of "recording". Players wrote on the wall with blood, forced memory by dictation, and used torn off clothes to tie knots to count. I just sit quietly and wait for time to pass. When punishment comes, all players who try to log become part of the wall. The administrator's voice sounded: "Congratulations, you are the first to understand what a 'real blank' is." And I know that I am just an amnesiac.