Obviously, there was no sleep. While ears were scanning aurroundings my temples were strained with pressure. Concentrated on sound I let my eyes relax, unfocused they caught blue flashes illuminating unnatural white around them. «Gah!» was appropriate response, «Fuck» was less appropriate one. Shaking on legs I locked my gaze onto rear of that shield... and saw my elongated face: deformed mirror did not crack under my inquizitive eye. «Desparete times require... whatever» I stepped to the shield. Stepped again, again and again... It is said, that if every next step would be half long as last one, you could step endlessly. «No such luck» my arms didn’t tremble while taking the plate, steadily they grapped it and took back under inquizitive eye and «Nothing. Maybe, It’s just streFFF» hands reacted in time to turn the mirror as blue was about to spill out. They reacted for nothing though, so here we go again. Shield carefully spins rear to my eyes, guessing next step I move focus from vision and «Let’s go.»

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Cracks on the floor, tilt of columns, even dust – every thing was pulled to the light. Hungry blue radiated from elevation. Features of pole reaching to ceiling, looming throne and unmoving person which skull nestled starving orbs of cold.

«Cool» vision ended. Further staring didn’t bore fruit, except for tired look of elongated face. «From what I saw could be deducted that... this videoplayer is quite unusual, that guy is not to fuck with, and maybe, I would need to fuck with this...»

*Tap*

«Guy»