May 2024

A chilly gust hits you on your way in, threatening to extinguish the flame. Your mind is in turmoil, but all is well. The light, although feeble, is intact. There's a bed in the corner, supported by gaudy mahogany pillars. Red drapes and curtains gather like wrinkles secreting dust wherever the light can find anything to shine on. The clamour of wings twisting out of a belfry resounds in your ears. No one comes here voluntarily, Reader, so why do you? Perhaps we all need reminding that we are flawed from time to time, that the existence of darkness, our own darkness cannot be denied. You may stay for as long as you like. Beware of the looking glass, however, for it distorts reality. Or you may uncover who you really are.

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