Disorientorium [Season 2004]

Permanently Closed - From moving walls to spinning floors, you won't be able to tell sanity from madness. Here hours stretch and reality blends, up is last and everything bends. Front is left and back is night, day is dark and noon is right. The walls are doors and sound is sight where white is dark and black is bright. Straight around the next curved squares, on first last bottom top three stairs, bitter scents are terrible sweet, hearts are tails and heads are feet. Way up slow beneath the loft, far away close is hardly soft. And you always choose and you always win... and you never leave the way you came in.