A combination of confessions amongst other things.

Lost

Where is she?

What is she doing?

Come back to her?

The vision drifts away, she drifts away.

She stays.

Or maybe she goes?

Go.

Come and go.

All she knows is that she does not know.

She is somewhat forvever tangled her in own mind.

Mind.

Endless corridors contribute to more endless corridors.

Will it ever stop?

No.

No way out.

Or possibly...

Hope.

A...door?

Could this be?

Could this be the finale end of she?

Could the worry and the fear at last disappear?

But one step closer and all becomes clear...

She needs a key to set her free.

This takes her back to reality.

What force in this world could be so heartless to take away her chance of everlasting, blissful darkness?

Hope lost, not found.

Her mind and her body are forever bound.