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The door remains closed. The white around the man is blinding. He lets his arms slip to his side. In the past his hands stayed taught in his pockets. The fear of no one made his hands meditate around whatever the soft cloth would hold. Now there was nothing. The man is naked. He blushes slightly and only for a second before coming back to his senses.
The room around the man is small. The room is dark. There is a book. A thick copy of unknown script flutters among the lazy breaths of the house. The man is on the floor. He is unconscious. A mist hovers halfway between the ceiling and floor. It hugs the walls as it drifts along endless corridors. It seeps it's way through keyholes and fills rooms with unsettling restriction. It is heavy and damp.
"From fairest creatures our desires increase, that beauty's rose may never die."
The man quivers as he sits up. he sees a key on the floor. The door is still there. It stays silent and strong. Without a glance at his heart he tries the key in the door. It will not fit. It never fits. The man drops to his knees. The inside of his hand begins to bleed. His nails dig deeper into his soft flesh and warm liquid flows over his skin. As his blood drops to the floor the mist settles and finally flows into the nothingness from which it came. The door will not open.
The room around the man is small. The room is dark. There is a book. A thick copy of unknown script flutters among the lazy breaths of the house. The man is on the floor. He is unconscious. A mist hovers halfway between the ceiling and floor. It hugs the walls as it drifts along endless corridors. It seeps it's way through keyholes and fills rooms with unsettling restriction. It is heavy and damp.
"From fairest creatures our desires increase, that beauty's rose may never die."
The man quivers as he sits up. he sees a key on the floor. The door is still there. It stays silent and strong. Without a glance at his heart he tries the key in the door. It will not fit. It never fits. The man drops to his knees. The inside of his hand begins to bleed. His nails dig deeper into his soft flesh and warm liquid flows over his skin. As his blood drops to the floor the mist settles and finally flows into the nothingness from which it came. The door will not open.