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The cover art presents a portrait of an elderly individual with flowing long, white hair, their visage obscured by a cascade of translucent, azure orbs. Peeking through this ethereal veil, one can discern a megaphone and a red emergency button.

♫ In girum imus nocte et con­sum­imur igni ♫

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I enter the… cor­ri­dor? It doesn’t look like one at all. I’m not sure. Didn’t I actu­ally want to go to the… sum­mer house? I knew it just a sec­ond ago. Every­thing is slip­ping away from me. The thoughts, the words, the… rose beds? In the nurs­ing home, the strange woman said—she told me I was here in a nurs­ing home; she said it very slowly and with such empha­sis. But I don’t know any­thing about a nurs­ing home; I’m here at the… train sta­tion, right?

There in the mir­ror above the sink, some­one is mak­ing an announce­ment. I don’t under­stand it. She looks like an old woman. But I don’t want to talk to her. She doesn’t know any bet­ter than I do. Any­way, I have to get off at the next stop. I press the… stop but­ton, but sud­denly every­thing is get­ting wet. The… esca­la­tors must have been com­pletely remod­eled; every­thing has changed so much. Even the door to the gar­den isn’t there any­more. Is this really my… home? If only I knew…