The Objects Labyrinth

The Bloody Window

 You awaken to the beige walls of an empty square room, nearing 20 feet in width. A long hallway lies in the wall you face. The floors, ceilings, and walls are oat-colored, ugly, but comforting. The smell of freshly coated paint had given you a headache while you were sleeping, and there is a bump on the back of your head, pounding; it is a remnant of where the men in tan suits hit you. You do not remember the men, and neither do they.

Being the human you are, you walk down the hallway with one hand over the back of your head as a fruitless attempt to stop the searing pain. There is a singular, pink tulip residing in a brass vase against the wall, but you ignore it because you are human. The men in tan suits, if they were alive, would be disappointed, for they'd plucked it themselves right outside just earlier that morning. They are not dead or alive, but you do not know this because you are inside and they are still outside. You do not know if there is an outside.

At the end of the hallway, which must have been 60 feet long, the floor peels left and right. You hesitate to turn left as if thinking about which way was safer would be beneficial. But, the odds are 50-50 that you choose correctly, and you come to terms with this. You are more hesitant and less curious than some; other races don't seem to squander such valuable time. You all usually die within days from one object or another.

Right is the path you commit to. There is another hall 60 feet in length with the same two turns at the end. Midway is a rug. Hallelujah! The rug is vibrant in comparison to the walls, and a beautiful, fake velvet print. It would go great in one of those dolly houses humans like, but only if it were shrunk. You go again right, finding a stone mug with water in it. Rather than drinking because you lack thirst, you continue left in another replicated hallway. One object per hallway, you reckon.

Correct.

Within hours you've been through many dozens of hallways and brought back to the room various objects, from rum cake, a window that had laid on the floor, and surfboard, a pebble, a bed with red sheets and a rugged pillow, a cassette player, curtain rods, a key you had placed immediately in your pants, a wedding ring of many carats, a lava lamp, a solar panel, and a book labeled How to Lie With Statistics. With your head still banging, you dragged these most valuable items back on top of the bed. Once back in the room, you hop into the warm sheets, albeit the air quite lukewarm, eat some cake, drink a splash of stone water, and pass out with mixed emotions. The treasure hunt game usually appeases humans with their situation.

You wake up crying.

A dream had come to you where Satan slithered his way aboard a massive spaceship, wide and flat. Thousands of people call it home, from astronauts to pilots, and chefs to the wealthy. But as you talk to an old friend without a discernible face—instead, a blend of beiges fills their features—Satan comes from behind and tries to choke you. You wake up, stone water sweeping through your red t-shirt. Your jeans are baggy and overheat you, so you decide to take them off and lay in your briefs.

The red sheets greet you like an old friend and the objects lay next to the bed. You take a deep breath, and when your eyes open, they fixate on the window. It is placed downward. You quickly see there is a key lock on the top part of the wood. Instinctually, you take the key from your pocket, insert it into the hole, and twist right. Bursts of bloody sun rays flood your eyes and you shut the without hesitation. It's Satan!

The red penetrates your retinas and scorches your brain, mutilating your soul at the same time. The men in tan suits had given you a potion to see in the dark, but without any candles or lights, you should've noticed that the rooms should inherently be dark without light. Most humans recognize this and are perplexed. Not you.

Your eyes are still stinging from the brightness, but you play peek-a-boo and glance quickly. The window lays on the ground, but a desert with a powerfully reddish sunset is visible through the panes. 

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