An endless wisteria corridor wound like a fortress wall, encircling tower after tower that had risen from the mist.
Day and night blended into a sacred twilight, a fleeting instant outside of time.
The wind rose, the flowers fell, and the corridor and towers drifted away like dust in the river of history, leaving behind, in a vast white land devoid of life, a black iron gate wrapped in wisteria.
“Lodgers, welcome to White Night Compound. We wish you a safe journey, and hope you survive.”
