The sixth floor, a frigid hall with lingering scents of alcohol and cold, punctuated by the occasional snores of a sleeping warden. ●search.●,The visions in their eyes were constantly shifting, sometimes transforming into a hell that consumed them, and other times becoming beautiful scenery that beguiled their minds.,One could only see within the true space of this cell, a world apart from the outside. The deep gray walls were coated in frost, swallowing most of the light and echoes. The frosted dome appeared particularly heavy under the sparse lighting, like a forgotten abyss. Not even a breath could be heard; there was only the oppressive silence and the bone-chilling cold.。