Tip Tip*
Was the only sound in the room. Metal pipes, carrier of water, seemed to have a leak as a bit of water started moving about, gathered at one point, forming a droplet, which eventually gained its freedom and left the ceiling. It dived, committing suicide, coming in contact with the floor, splashing, a very strange cycle.
There was a source of light in the room. A bulb, but not a bulb: the principle behind its working was different. The way it hung itself from the ceiling, one would think it was a light bulb. It was lit, but the light it provided barely removed the darkness underneath it.
A door decorated at one end of the room, a metal one from the looks of it. It had no handles on the inside, telling one that it only opened from the outside and it contained the darkness inside, to keep whoever was inside locked in, and those outside kept out.
