You find yourself in a large room with no furniture. The floor is littered with papers and books thrown into piles, and there is hardly anywhere to stand despite the size of the room. The walls and floor are covered with barely legible writing. So much so that it hides the whiteness of the paint behind the pencil lead, giving an eerie metalic feel to the room. You try to read the writing, but all you can make out is something about a Shelley--clearly the ramblings of a mind gone mad!