Circle
Monsters were real here. I could hear them, and smell them for the first time. It was like sweet perfume and impending icicles; so delicately it seemed, they had pulled me into their world, like an innocence stolen, raped, and pillaged.
There was darkness all around me, with slightly dancing light from wariness; caressing the dripping sounds of water falling.
I opened my eyes a little more, feeling a cold wind against my face, regaining consciousness. Flashes from the windows, old ships and lost souls.
As my eyes adjusted, I could see and feel now, that my hands were tied by a rope that I could not possibly get free from. I was also carefully seated down in an old chair.
Calming myself, I look around at my environment.
Full of ghosts, soft light, and old manuscripts.the room felt haunted and sensual, like a lover that wants to kill you. Red candles were spread all around, and I could not help but notice how damp it was inside. And, although there was a slight chill, it was distinctively warm as well.an unbalanced balance of stars and blood.
There were five candles in a row on the table across from me, as were five books, all opened and willing. Was I to be visited by someone or something?
Strangely, I noticed that although my hands had been unmercifully tied together, my feet were not, and I was not bounded to the chair at all. Un-convincingly, I was free to look and move around at my own free will.
Peering a little in front of me, I saw a door in the darkness, hauntingly small, and dissonant in design. I walked through it with an apprehension of self-denial, self doubt and yet total vulnerability of what was to come.
Around the corner.a series of corridors awaited, and it appeared to me, that I was in some sort of demonic maze. Lustful, and pregnant with seemingly heightened ceilings and hallways.
I walked on, feeling my way across stone floors, and guided solely by soft firelight torches. Turning several times slowly, I could have sworn, that I was being watched; by crouching eyes in the distant fumes of the looming darkness. Ever waiting, ever pressing, evermore.
Finally, and almost immediately, I came upon another section of the maze.five doors all lined up in a row. All of them were red, like ancient water and roses.
I paused for what seemed ages, and I realized that I would have to choose one of these doors to walk through. I remember the fear. I remember the colors, like I was fighting an ancient war of immense importance, immense sacrifice for my own life, my own self-perseverance.
I decided to choose the door in the middle. It had a face on the front that looked like death. A frozen face that slightly smiled. This was the only door I could choose. Stepping through, I was greeted by three rings, and the fiction of an empire. Horror.
