This Snake Juice is basically rat poison. Everybody’s wasted.

only two people at a time are allowed to enter the mirror-covered room with tiny color shifting and glowing balls hanging from the ceiling. when you enter, you understand why. space is limited - while the room will feel infinite. entering the work of art is like gaining access to a secret part of one’s inner world and gleaming lights of the souls is emerging as a reminder of man’s enormous inherent potential.