I was stuck in here; this place made of 4 walls and a roof. It imprisoned me; not permitting any contact from the outside world. This 4 walled home seemed simple and normal but it wasn’t anything like that. It was dark, sorrowful, torture. There were endless hallways leading to nothing, numerous rooms; some containing nothing but a single desk or chair, stairwells which were rare but when found they would lead to more dead ends. This house was nothing but dead. It was what they called paradise.

A paradise that has locked you against your will.

A sad paradise that won’t go if you’re awake.

Paradise: A place we create ourselves. A place where everything is joyful and nothing hurts. Would they reach this beautiful Paradise? Or was it written in their fate to stay in the torturous paradise forever?