

Scrap 1 part 2After a time of futile struggling, all the while with that grotesque eye staring unblinkingly at me, I finally calmed down. I cant say whether five minutes or five hours had past, but my muscles burned and sweat was pouring from my brow. Panting heavily from my exertions, I stared back in to the depths of the eye. I couldnt escape, so I may as well face whatever this place was until I could get out. Just as words were forming in the back of my throat, a question as to purpose, I heard a voice. For some reason I knew it came from the eye, even though there was no mouth to speak. I cant even say whether or not I actually heardScrap 1 part 2


Scrap 1I suddenly found myself sitting in a strange room. I imagine it must have been square, perhaps rectangular, but at that moment my eye could discern no worldly shape, I wonder now if perhaps the room itself extended into extradimensional space, beyond the feeble comprehension of my pathetically simple five senses. My eyes roved around walls, floor, and ceiling that all looked to be painted an odd pattern of pink and red and were .pulsating? The patterns shifted slowly and constantly. The air itself had a humid feel, wet and sticky it seemed to lightly suffocate my skin. Upon inhaling my palate detected the faint tang of copper,Scrap 1


1:01 AM DrillfieldLamps lit like tiny fireflies illuminating the empty grass small halos of light against encroaching darkness. Ever notice how alive a place can be when theres no one in it? I think people block a places soul from being seen from being felt. The only way to truly experience a place is to sit alone on cold steps in the quiet solitude of the night and let your gaze roam over stone monuments to the dead quiet and confident, they know they need to prove nothing. See the ley lines deep furrows of foot travel, full of ancient and mysterious magic, m1:01 AM Drillfield
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