[Not a System] [Not Mindless] [Not Formulaic] If these bother you, read with caution.
Are the whispers piercing the depths of the soul in the corridor a salvation, or a warning?
Are the figures writhing and twisting madly in the mist an answer, or a threat?
I awoke here, thinking I had seen through it all. But everything I thought I knew was only a few strokes of its pen. Just as I tried to keep going, I was pushed toward the abyss...
