LXVII
The white room began to change, forming hundreds of different staircases, all going in different directions.
One set appeared directly in front of Grain, as the rest of the room became intertwining steps, with an obvious path. He chose to start going up the set in front of him and before he knew it, he was walking into the jumble mass of stairs.
He never took a separate path but before long, he found himself surrounded by the stairs, each set going in random directions. The vertigo from not knowing which direction was up, hit him hard in the front part of his head. An immense pressure began to build in his frontal lobe, making concentration nearly impossible.
He chose to just put one foot in front of the other, the path would have to come to an end at some point.
Hours passed, with only the sound of Grain's foot landing on the next step. He had long fell into a trance-like state, simply moving forward with no thoughts.