Micolus the Colossus

I entered through the wooden doors. Nothing deviated from the normal; nothing woke me up from my strolling slumber. I found myself standing in a vast grey room. As I turned my gaze upwards to the unveiled sky, I felt a hollow sensation creeping up on me. The walls, all clad in bitter mirrors, stared into my very soul and I fell down to my knees in humble defeat.

They were everywhere, the mirrors, positioned safely behind the comforting taps, pouring metallic water onto the cold steel ground.

I was in Kaunas Airport, Lithuania.

Let the trip begin.

adieu