I awoke, surrounded by the familiar scene of an ornamented hall. The walls were lined with marble statues of ancient greek men and creatures of mythos, each statue inscribed with that language which I still can not read. The ceiling, painted with eloquent scenes of a world beyond our own, reached far into the sky. The walls hundreds of meters from arms reach in either direction. The hall was truly cavernous, in ways once unimaginable. For uncountable time, I have roamed these halls. Each room, kilometres long, leading only into the next, this great web of architectural abyss. A world of rooms yet touched by man. These halls do not belong to me, and they are hesitant to have me as their guest. Yet i continue to search the length of these halls for an exit each day, because each day, when i wake up, the halls are just barely larger than they were when I fell asleep.