It is dark except for the sliver of light entering from a skylight above. There is nothing but silence. Your hands touch the floor and coldness passes through them. An uncomfortable chill runs through your body; it is exhilarating.  You have never felt so free yet so inhibited. The ceiling seems to close in on you as you stand back up. You reach upwards in a sweeping motion as you tilt your head towards the skylight. You feel a sense of reverence as you search the sky above. You slowly lower your arms as you think about those that are still imprisoned by belief and association. You bring your hands together and let the cold from the smooth, heavy floor rush through you once more.

It is split in half. You can see and hear the others, but contact is impossible.

The air is cold, the water is hot. You extend your arms forward and float on the surface. The chill of the atmosphere combined with the heat of the water is unsettling, so you dive deeper under the surface. You only come up for a breath, and quickly dive back into the depths. Unlike those that were jailed by physical and conceptual bars, you can come and go from this place as you please.