This place, this place were it is cold, were everything Has stopped, even time it self has stopped, the Vines are Prickly and growing fast, am lost in a never ending Maze , the room keep's spinning, and i get dizzier and dizzier How did i get here, how can i leave, (t)He(y)  said this will be a Paradise and that i would be safe here, but this is no Paradise, everything here is frozen, cold, and filled with sorrow, Help me escape this, help me run, for this is not a Paradise i want to stay in.