In a dark, dank tunnel. Droplets of water, muddy with moisture, are falling. The walls are sticky and slimy with a strange substance, and do not permit touching. When was the last time I wandered into this place? I go back in time, but it is too far away to remember. My umbrella has somehow slipped out of my hand and is nowhere to be found. One of her high heels is missing. She had no time to brush her hair and could only walk, believing that there was a way out. And there is no other choice but to live. It is hard, painful, and she cannot breathe. Even if she shouted for help, no one could reach her. The ground was muddy and there were holes in places, inviting her to fall. The water that had accumulated there reflected the surroundings like a dull iron. There is no such thing as happiness built on human misery. The darkness of the human heart. When she found a glimmer of light, everything, everything in her soul came to life. Tears... I can't stop crying anymore. She takes a step forward without looking back at the tunnel she has passed through.