A place so dark and empty that mere words cannot define. There is no sign or depictions of happiness and laughter but only the faint silent cries of the soul that wanders the halls. So silent that the echoes of voices are all that can be heard, voices of negativity, fear and confusion. That place is a valley for the lost minds, so feared by many to ever discover it. Once in valley, the mind and soul are released, all masks and disguises are removed and all the darkness and ugliness are shone.
Despite all it's negative rumors, it is also a sanctuary for many who finds comfort and serenity in isolation and solitude. The peace with a beauty underneath like ecstasy of fine wine at a banquet with a warmth and good nature yet with an insidious demeanor. Nothing will be there to disrupt and stain the thoughts of the mind. The gates were compelled to lock out everyone, good intentions or not and therefore shutting the whole world away from that small and introverted desolation.
Walking through the valley filled of every dark desires that one would never thought of, it fills the heart with a song that is equivalent to nails on a chalkboard for others except for the person wandering in the valley. Everything felt so real and pleasing that you wish you could stay there forever and enjoy all the pleasures of the insanity and twisted nature of the mind. Road paved with roses as red as fresh blood slit from the human throat and light getting dimmer and dimmer as one moves along with the air getting colder.
In the center of the valley of isolation, there is a pyramid shaped glass cage, for reasons I knew not that the cage was structured in that manner. So shiny and glistering in the light it has not, most would be tempted to venture and lock themselves in. With the keys made of their frozen heart, one will lock thyself in and stay in awe as they watch the world moving around them, living the bold, daring and somewhat marvelous life that they once had. However, it all seems too new and dangerous to them for they had stayed in the valley for much too long.
Drowning in the fear of the unknown yet with the curiosity and temptations of love and happiness , one finds the valley more uncanny and fearful than ever. The once beautiful and melodious songs are now screams of horror and the once gentle and soothing peace that it brings are the emptiness and hollow. Tears flow like streams of acid down the delicate face while the voices cries for help to escape. It is very dangerous to live in one's mind for a prolonged period of time.
