my mind is rested to ease as I go through the blue glow, I float endlessly through a huge blue hole of blackness. Everything around me has stopped, except me. it's as if i'm in time itself, lost to the poor recreation of the eternal abyss.
I finally get through the blue mist, that must have been one of Taylor's experimentation's he kept so secret. The air hits me, roses. I look to see a vastly endless hallway leading to a blue fluorescent glow. The cobblestone floor is stained with pink rose petals. The floor is dipped in about 1-2 feet of water, it ripples with each step and with each ripple the roses grow a farther distant apart leaving a pathway open for me through the shallow water.
The torches on the wall lit up in a distinguishable blue flame. It burned profusely against the mossy wall, making shadows dance in the light. In the distance, a wooden door sits unopened. Tore velvet covers it from each angle of the wood, inside the tears, algae eaten wood can be seen.
I open the door, and walk through. My footsteps fade from splashes to clicks from water to wood.
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Amnesia
HorrorAm I nuts? Or is that thing making me crazy! He mustn't succeed, the world won't see the light of day if he does. (I give all credit to the makers of Amnesia:the dark decent, my inspiration for the horrific novel I'm writing, I hope this novel scar...
