You enter a room, dust collecting everywhere as far as you could see, spider webs wove loosely around books, dirtied shelves, and stands. Busted lamps hung fro weathers, braided wires that were embedded into to cracked ceiling. The ground was littered with dirt, glass, books, and torn paper. The crevices in the wall allowed small amounts light to filter inside along with thin ropes of ivy. Dust floated lazily in the air causing them a difficult time breathing, and every step put more of it in to the air. All that was heard were the faint chirps of birds outside, the scurrying feet of invisible rodents, and the rustling of papers catching the draft.

Welcome to my Phenomenal Abode.