A room that plunged me into the melancholy of days gone by, of my lost loves. Some verses came back to me: "I remember the old days and I cry... »

Letting myself go under the big canopy of the bed enthroned in the luminous alcove, I sank into a poisonous dream, where the thread of Ariadne led me from nascent passion to deep despair where I lost myself for love...

When I was drawn from my solitary reverie, a faint noise drew me into the corridor, continuing my exploration...