A World of No Release

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A World of No Release


The torches flicker, the corpses lay

In the utter silence.

Blood on the stone walls, illegible encryptions, deathly messages.

A shrill laughter from the East hall.

The room I'm looking for, where is it?!


The glass, broken.

Threads of web, everywhere.

I search and search, my eyes scan everything I can find.

I go down every hallway, I end up where I started.

What is this eternal loop of nightmares?!


I find the room I'm looking for, only backpacks, chairs and tables.

All in ruins.

I walk out, horrified.

Corpses, torsos, arms, legs, hands.

All dance the dance of death.

I never got out.

I failed.

The other world calls me. 

But I never returned the favour.

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