One last thing, a shadow is following you. It's a living nightmare – breaking down reality. I have tried everything and there is no way to fight back. You need to escape it as long as you can.

The statues were praying – gazing into the dark domed ceiling.

The faint glow escaped my fingers and began to spark brightly and spirit me away. Unlocking alien memories of spiralling towers, endless deserts, and impossible geometry.

Why did he have to go in there? You don't go into burning houses. He should have known better.

I wish I could ask you how much you remember. I don't know if there will be anything left after I consume this drink.