Wait for something to happen
It is a tough decision, one that needs to be pondered and thought through, but you have to hurry, for you have the impression that something is going to happen if you don't respect this strange invisible time delay that is hanging over your head. However, there is also a chance that it is just paranoia seeping in your mind; after all, being trapped in such a weird and alien-looking environment is probably not the best for your sanity at all.
You have the impression that this was some of simulation, to test your reaction to a hypothetical situation that would never happen in real life; even if reality would try its best, there is little to no chance that such a thing would happen, for it seems so unreal, so out there in here...
Suddenly, a strange noise brakes the illusion that you are basking in, sending chills down your spine; is this your imagination playing tricks on you, or is there something in here, preparing itself to inflict on you a fate that you won't be able to describe with words?
However, there is always a chance that it is just a simple mechanism functioning, nothing that is worth paying attention to in the first place. There is a lot of things that can't be seen here, but it doesn't mean that they are there to provoke any harm. If this sort of thought starts to seep in your mind, it won't take long before you try to take everything apart, provoking a series of events that can't be stopped.
The sound, as innocuous as it was, seems to grow in intensity; perhaps there is some sort of operation in action, but there is nothing you could do to stop it, for now. The only thing you can do is to stand around, watching the walls, hoping that nothing bad will happen as your mind races to find a plan to get out of there in one piece.
Looking around, you wait for a moment, hoping that something would happen, for it would be quite a shame that an event would occur and thus cause your loss, for it would be quite hard to prevent it while walking.
Before you have the chance to make up your mind about the course of action that you want to choose, a panel on the wall moves, revealing a strange mechanism. It seems out of the demented dreams of a madman, or the nightmares of a tortured soul. Either way, the purpose of such a device is beyond your comprehension, for the poor sap that constructed this building was probably already sucking daisies by their roots.
Written by zanian on 24 October 2015