Four walls, no windows - light is not allowed here. Only a door. Made of iron black with age and wood that no longer knows it was ever alive. The brightest tapestries do not fade here, an incomprehensible blend of vibrant colors against a backdrop of fabric that ages silently with no real reason to do so and certainly no witnesses.
This is a room where a line means something. Where the boundaries are etched in marble with diamonds and the lines are drawn with the blood ink of generations and honored forever.
This is a room where forever means something. Where the walls whisper, "You are infinite."
This is a room where a line means something. Where the boundaries are etched in marble with diamonds and the lines are drawn with the blood ink of generations and honored forever.
This is a room where forever means something. Where the walls whisper, "You are infinite."
