I’ve reached the room of Sir of this house. On time I guess. This has become a norm now, like a meeting. After exchanging a few words I leave and enter the dining room, where I get meals. Nothing is simple here, money counts, but making that simple transaction here needs lot of effect sacrifice and fun.

At other times I have to enter his room and sit down, use it even for comfort, leisure or rest. It does have the same effect as reaching a stranger did. This place is barron here no life no air, it is like thick dark mud. Nothing can survive here. It seems this dome is here to last.