The Vault
And thus I was granted a look inside the vault. It was a place not often seen by any other than it’s owner. A cold, dark place were the unspeakable lay. Everything silent, and everything still. Memories lingered in every corner, and such a place was not often mentioned at all. So how was it that I found myself within it’s confines, peeking into the most intimate of intimates, all belonging to her? What was it she wanted me to see, or was it that this simple invitation was a show of faith, of trust? How was I to know?