There is text lining every possible surface in this room. The walls. The desks. The floor. Even the pencils have teeny tiny words marching along every inch.

You can't make out the text. You. You know you SHOULD be able to. 

You head aches with the effort of trying to remember. It ALL has meaning.

It's so close to you but may as well be infinitely far away. 

You can't understand it.