This is where the narration will go.
You walk for a while, the sound of your footsteps shuffling on the concrete floor as your only company. Your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness now that the fluorescent light from the room is only a dot on the horizon. You stumble- literally, almost tripping over it -upon an object. Feeling around and looking with wide-eyes, you find an unlit Lamp that has a manufacturer label on it, reading: “Zork”.