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Whispers Evanescence - Fallen down the stairs not much to see in dim light ahead just a few rotten boards with brass doorknob puddles of mud and water in the doorway enter room behind if room it is no ceiling, no walls on either side just the floor endless plains of grass slightly swaying in an unfelt breeze somewhere in distance strange square objects standing not to be identified, for distance is too far faint sounds of swaying grass not really easy to walk upon feet are getting wet and cold... wafts of mist in far distance and above... must be walls and ceiling behind rustling of grass seems to increase square objects form circle of some sort seem to be doors or wooden shelves still not much closer to objects apparently framed pictures, but not much more than backs visible rustling of grass even louder now no door or wall behind, only the same gray mist easy to get lost here noise can't be called rustling anymore feet are soaked and clotted with mud can't even retrace your steps... don't know how to find the door again will think of solution later framed objects definitely are pictures fronts targeted to a specific point in center of circle can hardly concentrate, for noise is deafening now objects are mirrors, not pictures show surroundings and yourself but also show strange figures twisting in agony... no gender identifiable, though utterly naked... gray-feathered wings on the back, but somehow distorted hands cramped tightly over ears, mouth wide open, as if screaming rustling seems to hurt them |