... There... used to be something. But I cannot... recall what it is anymore. It's been too long. A few hundred years. Maybe longer. I don't know. Time passes oddly here. It's nonexistent. Just a stream of time with nothingness and then people who wander in here and getting them out...

[ ... It's perhaps the most honest and unguarded thing he's said. ]

So I do not know, if there was ever anything there. People have asked me something akin to that before. "What would you like outside of here?" ... Something like that, I think it was? And I could not give a good answer.

Except perhaps for books. That was all I could recall.