I find myself sitting atop my false ivory tower.
I do not recall climbing to such heights.
    Where is the door?
    Where is the key?
I want to go down, but I… am… scared.
    Of what?
    What is down there?
What possibly could be down there that I do not know, but fear?
I want to know what’s down there. But… the fear.
    Where is the door? It is locked.
    Where is the key? Thrown away.