A black light – or was it merely the absence of light? – lingered as we walked inside the room. In the center there was a single glowing orb no bigger than an egg, now above that same name on the floor. Then another appeared, and another, until ten of them hovered, each ricocheting rays of light throughout the room. As we touched an orb it grew dim, its light vanishing. All around, broken and misshapen shadows grew with our passing, their hollow eyes turning toward us as – prowling, waiting, ready to strike.

On the other side of the room the wall was as if made of liquid. The vertical pool shimmered in gentle waves, and as we approached, our mood darkened even further, filling us with sorrow and longing for all that is most dear to us.

Suddenly, a soothing pale mist emanated through a circular opening in the center of the ripples. Mesmerizing and calming, it was drawing us toward it, inside it, promising serenity and respite.