The Corridor Entrance..

Ye enter the doorway, a soft creak of ancient wood echos as you pass the worn door. You look around, finding yourself in a long and narrow hallway, shadows strewn across the floor like spider webs. Peering down the hallway, you catch yourself viewing the doorways within, reading the worn, silver plaque incriptions upon each door as you pass by, finding small paintings framing each door, allowing a glimpse of the content within. The beginning ones showing cracks and hollows from time's neglect and cruelty...

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..This organization was like family.. it held its dark moments, as any family does, yet will remain apart of my memories and heart, as much of my life was spent with these dear friends and loves.

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.. I also spent much of my time within this realm, back when the area was in its peacefull glory. Yet, as corruption and ignorance took its grips, this realm too remains apart of me only in memory.

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.. Within this realm, I still reside. It's influences upon my life are forever implimented, and my memories cherished.

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.. This area is now my Love and I's sanctuary... a home for us, where we are free with those who feel the same. Here is the home of my spirit, where all other doorways eventually led to sadness.

[Regress to outside the Corridor]