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Chamber

In the night a soul drifts slowly through the hallway lit by the pale moonlight. The passageway gives an illusion of being without end. Walking through the passageway as a mildly cool breeze slips through the open windows lining the side of the hall. Windows as tall as men stretch the distance of this solemn corridor. Drapes with the color of coagulated blood cover the length of each of window. Their look is one of decay as if they were there since the beginning of souls. Yet the drapes remain as lithe as when first created. The weathered yet delicate drapes linen is manipulated by the breeze which allows shadows to dance along the walls of the walkway. Some of these silhouettes frolic along the paintings that line the moonlit wall. These paintings are those of former souls that once dwelt within this realm. Such paintings represent the legacy of souls fraught with irrepressible passion. Those paintings are a mark left upon this realm that pays testament to the very essence of those peculiar souls. Without these marks, no evidence is there to prove that they ever existed.

As the soul walked along the corridor it caught a glimpse of the outside the moon midway above the dark horizon. Hills covered with trees vaguely lit by the moonlight. The dimly lit landscape is one of utter tranquility as the

The feeling of walking along such a hall is one of elation

As I continue walking, I noticed a faint sound of music in direction headed. The more I walk the louder the sound gets…