A VAST GULF OF INCANDESCENCE, PANTING.
Shadows whisper tales amidst shadowy corridors.
Brace for the descent.
Muffled heartbeats echo in synchrony with your breath.
Rummage through memories lost,
The air seems resilient, charged with static.
Eerie amusement clubs madness;
We see possible reflections—
vermilion rails fastening the invisible mutant tongues of obstinacy.