A place. Where the sad ones go. Where the outside is two story and the inside is eternity. A place where second floors lead unto pyramids and tombs. Where black cats change whatever reality was before then. Where a couple cannot help but kill one another over and over in a loop none can answer why. Beneath the floor boards in the basement where the one who bites will not let you enter. You are not one of them. Past the locked door into a basement within a basement within a basement where more doors are locked with less keys. Where skeletons of bare inevitability grimace the ice in the dark wood.

Inside one room is one without a face. Anziraul who dances in the substitute light of darkness. Whose voice is borrowed and eyes are gone. Inside a room filled by machinery and the laughter of children that are not real. A room that is filled with distilled emotion none of them are allowed. Anziraul knows this but Anziraul wants more of what is a human. It just needs more soul.