I am in an underground room - a basement
where the inhabitants all wear dresses that look like aprons
and the attendants all wear green uniforms.
They will not let me leave.
I have tried of course. I will tell you about that later.
My belongings are beside my bed in a white cardboard box.
I will tell you what they are later.
I also have this item - this topic. It is a kind of window where others (often I have never seen their faces) enter scenery or events.
It is all that I see of the world outside this basement room. There is no way that I can know the veracity of their words. Nor can they be sure of the veracity of mine.