one can wander in this endless labyrinth of hedgerow likewise endlessly; there’s no way to navigate by the sun, the moon and the stars as are not present here the sun, the moon and the stars – only a flat white space up above, completely obliterating any sense of time. but any labyrinth leads somewhere eventually, and if you go long enough you may find in its heart an unbelievably grotesque pink architectural beast.

one step inside, and a lengthy corrupted instructional recording is played through loudspeakers suspended under the ceiling. it’s hard to say for sure what the narration is about – the recording quality leaves much to be desired – but the word “safety” has definitely been repeated no less than ten times.

the layout is pure mockery. rooms and halls are always mixed up – it is positively impossible to reach some definite place or to return back to where you have just been, unless you
encounter it accidentally.

the setting is also dubious: furniture is rare and what can be found is all out of place. on the other hand, whenever you go, the walls are plastered with drawings. or with numbers, always crossed out by something red.

apart from “Visitors” like you, it seems like there is no one else in the Palace. some doors have signs on them – the names of departments, bureaus, offices. should you enter to ask, it’s always empty inside. only piles of matter-of-fact reports are lying around.

have to keep going?...

it’s possible to meet her in the Palace only if she wants it.

how it will go depends on you.