Finding myself out in the electronic jungle does not surprise me. I start to get used to it: I have to keep going.
I will find the way out.

I can see better since I’m out of the room, I don’t know whether it’s because of the darkness, the glitter or something else.

I keep my eyes peeled as I look around and for the first time, I think I can recognize some shapes in the endless white darkness, beyond the lines that mark its structure: curves, angles that take shape in the distance like a rocky bubble of which I can only see the inside. Am I in its belly?

I lose my balance and the link on which I am travelling breaks in two with a dull snap. It hits my arm, with the same force as thick steel ropes released from the tension of rusty tie rods.

I fall down.