It must be the third or fourth paragraph already, as I look back. I can only surmise, that this is the place I come from. I can't remember. Ten stages to the next level – which level of how many at all? Solely my footsteps echo in the emptiness, yet the guardians of past travelers surround me, laughing gaily from the cold plaster. They show me benevolently, but till admonishingly: this is the path, and this is the goal.