Post by Sachi on Aug 31, 2024 22:14:06 GMT -6
Immediately on the wall to your left, you spy something quite unusual for Heavenly Host: a light switch. And it even still functions. The pitch-black room is soon bathed in a faint, buzzing light. It flickers occassionally, reminding you that even the solace you find here is temporary. You want to see the sun again soon.
This tiny room is divided into two main sections partitioned by a change in elevation. The lower of the two - the one you immediately walk into - is a kitchenette with basic amenities. There's a sink, a cutlery drawer, and some sort of old-fashioned boiler here. The fridge, as you expect, is filled with rotten, inedible food. A playground for the maggots and flies that fill the fridge to the point of bursting. In a place so filled with death, still life finds a way to flourish. Not particularly beautiful or hygienic life, but life all the same. You wonder how these flies came to be here in the first place.
The second half of the room, accessed by taking a small step up, is made up of tatami flooring. A cushion that has long since lost its fluffiness waits motionlessly for someone to sit on it, to return to it that sense of purpose it has been so robbed of. An old-fashioned television sits here as well, though it doesn't appear to be on at the moment.
The closet on the upper level exudes an awful, indescribable stench.
A passageway in the back of the closet takes you to a circular, damp area resembling the bottom of a well. The only thing here is a ladder for you to climb.
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This tiny room is divided into two main sections partitioned by a change in elevation. The lower of the two - the one you immediately walk into - is a kitchenette with basic amenities. There's a sink, a cutlery drawer, and some sort of old-fashioned boiler here. The fridge, as you expect, is filled with rotten, inedible food. A playground for the maggots and flies that fill the fridge to the point of bursting. In a place so filled with death, still life finds a way to flourish. Not particularly beautiful or hygienic life, but life all the same. You wonder how these flies came to be here in the first place.
The second half of the room, accessed by taking a small step up, is made up of tatami flooring. A cushion that has long since lost its fluffiness waits motionlessly for someone to sit on it, to return to it that sense of purpose it has been so robbed of. An old-fashioned television sits here as well, though it doesn't appear to be on at the moment.
The closet on the upper level exudes an awful, indescribable stench.
A passageway in the back of the closet takes you to a circular, damp area resembling the bottom of a well. The only thing here is a ladder for you to climb.
Leave
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