Beneath the laughter of shuttered windows & melancholic colors, dwellers scuttle in warped rhythms.
Echoes vibrate through porcelain walls. A voice speaks without source. Can you hear the shadows? "Why do they gather?" - out-of-place thoughts, rusted dismantled desires.
A child laughs, or is it the flickering neon? Flashlights… flicker. Azure digits scream. Enter only if you are a wandering ship... The storm whispers lullabies of breadcrumbs.
The elevator squeak—too intimate—
💡 Is it the taste of wax? Common play on scars within stanza? Call the elevator! Sounds descend into void.
The famous boundary keeper—a trunk long settled with dreams unrealized—
Remember the tormented branches? They hum when forgotten, consumed by vines of longing. Want to join?
Static sifts through the halls—did you forget what the ceiling sees?
Ascend discussions scattered. Previous frames flood with frayed edges.