These lights are so strong that they're continually exciting her mind and vision, which are now exhausted. This corridor seems to have an end, but it's another door, possibly leading to another door and a new door again ... without any ending. Thus mind works, as cornered, it thinks the same thing repetitively, it moves in the same overexcited corners, without an end. And the mind does not know how to get out of that state. The brain takes all its power, its own will ... away from feelings or soul which are more calm and serene. - "Do not look at the doors, do not look for an exit, stop your search" -, our instincts and exhausted body tell our mind, but it continues in its rampant, endless madness. Only pure exhaustion will put an end.

The parallel lines drawing the floor and the ceiling point towards that place without any possible end, an exhausting wandering. The path of the mind. There is no exit, no windows, no doors that can help. The end is reached when the exhausting work of the mind ceases in its endeavor. They say that our second brain is our stomach. Being able to suffer and control the body equally. The woman holds tightly in her chest the only certainty she has got, her doll ... while she is up in the whirlwind of madness and with a certain fear in her face, her eyes expressing frustration and amazement.

Quiet, she is waiting for the end of this exhausting wear, without a break in the mind; Wondering: "Why are you so unequal in this balance: the soul with feelings vs. mind itself?"... She keeps waiting...