About the book: year / ...faded, flickering light here and there; slightly shabby walls; silence, broken only by my breathing, and cold, chilling to the bones. It was simply impossible to think sensibly in such an environment, so, succumbing to some instinct—obviously not self-preservation—I stepped towards the door. From the gap, instead of light, darkness emanated. It is not darkness, but darkness. Absolute, all-consuming darkness seemed to be trying to get out of captivity, sticking out its hands, grabbing the floor, leaving scratches on it and the walls..