Your trip to China left much to be desired. Despite a decent room in the apartments, good museums, and tasty food, you still wanted something unusual. Something that is not shown on television. Your choice fell on a non-tourist provincial town with ancient temples. Taking with you a bag with money, a camera, and food, full of curiosity and anticipation you sat on the train and quickly arrived at your destination. The locals spoke the same Chinese, only with a strange dialect, as if they used a more ancient version of the language. At night you were making your way through small streets, where merchants were already arguing loudly, and from the local food wagons came the smell of spices. At some moment you felt that the world around you began to change. Space seemed to distort, the further you moved, the less modern the clothes of the people became. At some point your stomach painfully cramped from hunger and you stopped at one of the stalls. Ordering food, you stretched out a couple of crisp bills to pay, to which the merchant only laughed and sent you away. Not understanding what was happening, you looked around – the moon in the sky had turned red, buildings and ancient temples distorted, becoming as if new, and on the heads of random passersby horns and glowing tattoos all over the body could be seen. You were bumped on the shoulder by a tall man when he passed by, and he strangely smirked, as if outwardly you were more like a snack to him than a human.

— “Lost?”