Rooms

  The hairs on the back of your neck rise as soon as you pass through the ripped sky, 

the energy contained within seeming to want to pull you forward and draw you to it.  

Overhead, the black moon looms and at times, seems to convulse like a black, beating 

heart that would fit in the palm of your hand as its underbelly hangs low in the sky.

Here the air is thin and bone-chilling cold, enough to cause a fine sprinkle of 

goosebumps to rain out along your flesh and there is a tension that is palpable, as 

if the flickering stars that grace the purple inked night sky is nothing more than a 

thousand eyes that slowly blink as their single black pupil follows and watches your 

every move. Even the ground is difficult to navigate as dusky tendrils twist and warp 

their way around each limb, slowly fusing within itself when it needs to reform as if 

trying to relentlessly capture and bind you for whatever may be lingering in the 

shadowed depths.

  The hairs on the back of your neck rise as soon as you pass through the

ripped sky, the energy contained within seeming to want to pull you forward

and draw you to it.  Overhead, the black moon looms and at times, seems to

convulse like a black, beating heart that would fit in the palm of your hand

as its underbelly hangs low in the sky.  Here the air is thin and

bone-chilling cold, enough to cause a fine sprinkle of goosebumps to rain

out along your flesh and there is a tension that is palpable, as if the

flickering stars that grace the purple inked night sky is nothing more than

a thousand eyes that slowly blink as their single black pupil follows and

watches your every move.  Even the ground is difficult to navigate as dusky

tendrils twist and warp their way around each limb, slowly fusing within

itself when it needs to reform as if trying to relentlessly capture and bind

you for whatever may be lingering in the shadowed depths.  



The air beneath your feet, crackles with energy and there is a jagged tear

in the sky that shows you the ground that lay far below.  

  The hairs on the back of your neck rise as soon as you pass through the

ripped sky, the energy contained within seeming to want to pull you forward

and draw you to it.  Overhead, the black moon looms and at times, seems to

convulse like a black, beating heart that would fit in the palm of your hand

as its underbelly hangs low in the sky.  Here the air is thin and

bone-chilling cold, enough to cause a fine sprinkle of goosebumps to rain

out along your flesh and there is a tension that is palpable, as if the

flickering stars that grace the purple inked night sky is nothing more than

a thousand eyes that slowly blink as their single black pupil follows and

watches your every move.  Even the ground is difficult to navigate as dusky

tendrils twist and warp their way around each limb, slowly fusing within

itself when it needs to reform as if trying to relentlessly capture and bind

you for whatever may be lingering in the shadowed depths.  



The air beneath your feet, crackles with energy and there is a jagged tear

in the sky that shows you the ground that lay far below.  

  The hairs on the back of your neck rise as soon as you pass through the

ripped sky, the energy contained within seeming to want to pull you forward

and draw you to it.  Overhead, the black moon looms and at times, seems to

convulse like a black, beating heart that would fit in the palm of your hand

as its underbelly hangs low in the sky.  Here the air is thin and

bone-chilling cold, enough to cause a fine sprinkle of goosebumps to rain

out along your flesh and there is a tension that is palpable, as if the

flickering stars that grace the purple inked night sky is nothing more than

a thousand eyes that slowly blink as their single black pupil follows and

watches your every move.  Even the ground is difficult to navigate as dusky

tendrils twist and warp their way around each limb, slowly fusing within

itself when it needs to reform as if trying to relentlessly capture and bind

you for whatever may be lingering in the shadowed depths.  



A pair of twin crystal obelisks jut up from the black sand, shimmering with

dark indigo luminescence.  Between them a chain of thick roping black power

entwines with that of deep indigo, stretching beyond the twilight of the

Rip's sky.   

  The hairs on the back of your neck rise as soon as you pass through the

ripped sky, the energy contained within seeming to want to pull you forward

and draw you to it.  Overhead, the black moon looms and at times, seems to

convulse like a black, beating heart that would fit in the palm of your hand

as its underbelly hangs low in the sky.  Here the air is thin and

bone-chilling cold, enough to cause a fine sprinkle of goosebumps to rain

out along your flesh and there is a tension that is palpable, as if the

flickering stars that grace the purple inked night sky is nothing more than

a thousand eyes that slowly blink as their single black pupil follows and

watches your every move.  Even the ground is difficult to navigate as dusky

tendrils twist and warp their way around each limb, slowly fusing within

itself when it needs to reform as if trying to relentlessly capture and bind

you for whatever may be lingering in the shadowed depths.  



Obscured by the dusky wisps that veil the ground like swirled, amethyst

lace, a thorned blackberry bramble has begun to grow, a mystical phenomenon

as it seems to float and grow upon thin air.   

  The hairs on the back of your neck rise as soon as you pass through the

ripped sky, the energy contained within seeming to want to pull you forward

and draw you to it.  Overhead, the black moon looms and at times, seems to

convulse like a black, beating heart that would fit in the palm of your hand

as its underbelly hangs low in the sky.  Here the air is thin and

bone-chilling cold, enough to cause a fine sprinkle of goosebumps to rain

out along your flesh and there is a tension that is palpable, as if the

flickering stars that grace the purple inked night sky is nothing more than

a thousand eyes that slowly blink as their single black pupil follows and

watches your every move.  Even the ground is difficult to navigate as dusky

tendrils twist and warp their way around each limb, slowly fusing within

itself when it needs to reform as if trying to relentlessly capture and bind

you for whatever may be lingering in the shadowed depths.  



A pair of twin crystal obelisks jut up from the black sand, shimmering with

dark indigo luminescence.  Between them a chain of thick roping black power

entwines with that of deep indigo, stretching beyond the twilight of the

Rip's sky.