Alternate
I was in a circular room, dark and grey, with crumbling walls. The paint was coming off them, exposing several layers of fading color. The room had one source of light, a large mirror on one of the walls. A light was pouring from it, so I walked to it as in a trance. I saw myself, walking away, alone in a park. The alley was low and on its sides rose two grass-covered slopes, which ended in other alleys, running parallel to the one I was walking on. In the mirror, it was autumn time, and the sky was so blue that it hurt my eyes. The sun shone yellowy and bright and the leaves of the trees were so colorful that I thought that such a scenery could never be real. I couldn't see my own face, as I was walking away, but I could feel the freedom and the peace of that place. The room around me rose gloomily and I remembered my old life, my Mimetic life, where I knew a park just like this one. It was right next to the place where I used to work and every single time I chose to go throug