depreciation they claim

And Void

There are two rooms.

One room, you enter through a door on into a space that seems, peculiar. The floor is solid and has no pattern. The ceiling hangs above you lower than average but your comfort is not compromised. There is light in the room but no lights to be seen. The middle is white from the floor and ceilings color. The farther you move away from the vertex, the darker it become. You look left and then right repeatedly. Far from the center is very black. You call, but no sound is heard as an echo.
Why can this be? You think. You call again and again but each time your voice falls silent after your mouth has closed and there is nothing.
Where is the door again?
You walk left, cautious of the ominous cloud of darkness but as you enter, it becomes evident quickly you aren't entering it at all, for the center of the room is shifting with you, it seems. You are always in the light and the distance into the darkness never changes.
"This room has no walls."
This can't be true, the room I came from had four walls, a floor, a ceiling. This room must have walls, just very far away.
Running won't make you closer but you try anyway. The denial is still presume that this room is nothing but space between a floor and ceiling and you can go where ever you'd please. The freedom is overwhelming. The emptiness has not even crossed your mind yet but it will. Running was dumb decision, let's stop now, we think.
Where did the door go? We'd like to leave now. It's awfully quiet so we speak out loud, our thoughts.
Why are we so tired?
Oh yes, the running.

I should sit.

There are no shadows even, in this room.

I lay down to stare at the ceiling and close my eyes.

The second room is strange as the first. Though the difference is this one has four walls. You step through the door onto nothing. You appear to be weightless. No floor but no falling. You are very startled and scream and immediately hear your echo. This somehow is comforting for you. You are just floating. Upon liking up you notice no ceiling and the light pattern is similar.
How are we supposed to move?
We close our eyes to think.
We open them in the dim light. Have we moved down? We suppose it's possible. We close them again, for much much longer. We open to a field of pitch dark with sprouts of light streaming from the trench cliffs above, it seems. We are drifting lower and lower.

I want the light again. How do I get back up? My swimming motions seem of no use in professing upward toward the angelic house from which we descended from.  I try to swim up and up and up but I am tired.
If I close my eyes I lose the light, but for just how long can I stay awake?