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[a scattered swarm of thoughts racing through her head]
[the nature of this area projected them to a familiar format]
[despite her inner monologue screaming to turn back, the owner knew
where she was]
[a place she could call home, at last]
[her
MEMY64 - roots]
the keys vanished from my pocket... i didn't think they would be that
brittle.
the door should still be unlocked, i never closed it.
[SHE TURNED TO STARE BLANKLY AT THE SPOT WHERE THE DOOR ONCE WAS]
okay.
where am i?
[SHE TURNED TO STARE BLANKLY AT HER SURROUNDINGS]
it looks like a mix of everything.
everywhere i look, there is a different patch of a different variant.
it's constantly shifting when not observed, nothing is the same when
i return my gaze to a particular spot.
what is that?
[IN THE DISTANCE, A LONE DOOR STANDS DEFIANTLY AMIDST THE CHAOS]
a purple door... seems important.
is there more to find here?
though it's all a tangled mess, this area has a tangible layout.
i can make out some side rooms if i focus, where do they lead?
from now on, i should listen to my heart.
♥ the left side room.i almost trip on a tree root in a patch of overgrown.
i catch myself on a corner of outage.
i look back, the root i tripped on is now a puddle from flooded...
the corner i caught myself on is the splintered wood of parallel.
peering into the room, the hallway twists in on itself in a strange
new way.
i feel myself twisting with the hallway.
the room is dark, but my vision remains.
a lone window floats in the nothingness fracturing from the madness,
curtains blowing in the hollow wind.
♥ look away.i wasn't planning on it.
♥ look outside.from the window, i can see myself looking into the window.
if i look up in the window, i can see iridescent clouds glimmering in
the abyss.
inspecting myself closer through the window, my top is purple instead
of red.
the longer i look, the louder the tolling gets.
i can see confetti fall from nowhere onto myself from the window, yet
it isn't there when i turn around.
happy new year.
♥ return.i notice myself look back at me.
my face is missing its eyebrows.
i can feel her ire.
i proceed to the main room before i anger myself further.
♥ the previous room.i look in the direction of where i came... or, at least, where i
think it was.
well, there is a mirror here... but there is no glass.
i walk through the mirror, call it habit.
rolling hills with long, purple blades of grass gently sway in the
wheezing wind.
on top of the tallest hill, a house with two trees.
♥ enter the house.an imitation of the outside field.
walls painted with an orange sky and some familiar-looking iridescent
clouds... the floor having a shaggy purple carpet.
it's the same layout i've grown accustomed to, though the exterior
was particularly boxy.
♥ go to your room.my room is walled off, though i can still enter.
inside, i see myself sitting on the edge of my bed... i seem to be
examining the purplekey.
i grab the redkey from my pocket and place it into my hand, moving
the purplekey to the nightstand.
there is nothing left for me here.
♥ spend some time outside.i haven't felt a breeze in quite a while, i've been inside all
this time.
even if it's fabricated, the sensation of it hitting my skin and
rippling my clothes is rejuvinating.
i flop down onto the grass, the earth beneath is soft.
i give myself five minutes, and then i'll head back.♥ the right side room.i was in front of this one the entire time, of course.
the hallway loops in on itself, i can see myself making turns around
corners.
i begin to hear a heartbeat in my ears... is it mine?
♥ keep going.i keep going.♥ keep going.i keep going.♥ keep going.i keep going... i lock eyes with myself.♥ keep going.i keep going... i smirk at myself.♥ keep going.i keep going... i discard the redkey.♥ keep going.i keep going... i'm holding a dream journal.♥ keep going.i keep going... the distance between two begins to close in.♥ keep going.i keep going.
eventually, i reach a door... it's supposed to be red, i can tell
that for sure, but the paint has chipped off so much that only a few
pieces remain.
i reach for the doorknob... i can see my various hands grasp various
spots on the door, as if to pry it from the nothingness it is
attached to.
my hand is on the doorknob, the others' grips on the door tightening
and loosening sporadically.♥ don't open the door.but when was i ever in control here?
i open the door, and i am face to face with myself.
i pull myself through the door, i stumble onto the ground.
on the other side, a stairway... i look up, hoping to see where it
leads, to no avail.
i notice, however, that my starting area is now on the ceiling.
i jump and fall onto the ceiling... back to square one.♥ the lonely door.i make my way toward the door, the layout shifting as i draw closer.
it's pushing me away, but i will pull through.
as i place my hand on the doorknob, i hear a shattering sound coming
from behind me.
the area is no more, replaced with an empty void.
i look up, a fuzzy view of something familiar is barely visible.
i turn back to the door, it is no longer there yet i can still see
into the room.
i see it, sitting in null, trembling... facing away from me.
i see me.
i enter the room.