Dark Room

You open your eyes and find yourself in a dark room dimley lit by [[candles -> Candles]]. You don't know where you are or how you got here. You do know that you are looking for [[something -> What Something]] though you don't know what it is... [[Panic! -> Don't Painc]] [[You decide to look around the room -> The Room]]

As you get [[closer -> Closer]] to the ebony candle, you feel the warth of the ghostly flame come over you.You look into the flame and for an instant see yourself with, but the reflection vanishes as quickly as came.

What are you looking for? What [[object -> Object?]] can be so important to subject yourself to this? How long will it take to find it?

Your heart thumps heavily in your chest and you hear the quickening beat of it in your ears. Your breath is escaping you and you can't seem to catch it... //No//. You take a deep dreath and stay yourself. Slowly a calm washes over your body.

You look around the room you now find yourself in and notice for the first time that its a [[bed -> The Bed]]room. The room feels [[foreign -> Foreign]] and [[intimate -> Intimate]] at the same time. [[//Strange// -> Strange?]] You notice a door at the far end of the room. You see that there are [[two french doors -> French Doors]] that seem to lead out to a balcony.You also see that there is a dresser with a mirror. //A door?// [[You run to the door! -> An Exit?]] You approach the [[dresser -> The Dresser]]... You go out to the [[balcony -> The Balcony]].

You inspect the candle more closely... You notice that it is held in a gilded candelabra and looks quite valuable, however, this is not what you are looking for.

Object? Is it even an object? If it isn't tangable how will I find it?

You bed before you is quite large and four posts marking each of its corners. The bed looks quite comfortable but your body refuses to go any closer.

Foreign... what a strange concept. How can I find this place foreign when I'm inversely foreign to this place.

Intimate... Well bedrooms are indeed intamate //it is one of their main functions// but this feels different. Almost familiar but not quite...

Of course this is strange, everything about this is strange...

The doors' wondows are [[fog -> Fog]]ged and you can barley see through to the space outside.

As you reach to the door you see something odd. You almost laugh is your despair... There is no knob to open the door with, just a heavy wooden door with no chance of crossing its threshold.

The dresser is adorned with a large [[mirror-> The Mirror]] and is cluttered with multiple [[items -> Items]].

You go out onto the balcony and see a mangled [[maze -> Maze]] of a garden below. The sky is dark and devoid of any stars. All you see when you look up is [[openness -> Openness]].

A great exspanse of white, you can neither see forward nor back. In the midst of this fog you are lost to both space and time.

As you look at the maze you notice the irony of your own situation.

Can you be as open with yourself as this starless sky is?

You look into the mirror and see a vague shape that you identify as yourself, but you also cannot clearly see it. Is that- is this really you?

An [[Arrow -> The Arrow]] A [[Brush -> The Brush]] A [[Book -> The Book]] A [[Letter -> The Letter]] A [[Ring -> A Ring]] A [[Seed -> The Seed]]

[[# -> #]] [[- -> -]] [[ > -> >]]

A brush not a comb, but not a brush. Or rather a brush you paint with not one with which you correct you hair.

You try to open the book but it will not do so, the Book is mocking you in its defiance.

A Ring of blue fire that neither burns or [[chars -> Char]].

Growth... Will I grow like this seed? Am I growing? Or like this seed do I need to be properly planted first?

-[[.->.]]-

An arrow head stained with blood and the fear and pain trapped within.

Why can't I sleep.

Charmander