This is the place where dreams go to die, where the skies are always gray, and the sun never shines. It's a place where the air is thick with the stench of despair.
You can feel the weight of your own mortality bearing down on you, can't you?
Vent to the adjacent room for a glimpse of hope or Descend into the depths of madness
Or, if you're feeling particularly masochistic, take a trip to the pit of eternal regret
You can also try to escape through the window of opportunity if you think you can handle it.