Your past is a jumble of dimly-lit mirrors, reflecting disassociated images: desolate parking lots; whispering distant trees; a sense of sorrow and suspended time; a night without end.

You know that there is more, but what? Who are you? Where are you?

All paths lead to the building -- the immense lightless monolith that curls before you like a dragon of a thousand gasoline eyes. Enter the building if you dare.