Crimson Stream

Room of faded, forgotten old world decadence haunted by neglect. Circle of doors with tarnished hinges. Choose wisely hesitant soul.

White weathered wood. Oval handle of blackened nickel rattling loosely. Scent of old dust, bitter metal and long dead flowers.

Scraping wood, low squealing axis. Step through into twilight. Chaos falling echoed by pitchy screams. Deep chimes mark erroneous time.

“Alice! Wake up!”

~ Crimson ~

(from my twitter page @crimsonmyst)