The room is familiar to you.
It seems you have been here for as long as you can remember.
Familiar shadowy corners
Familiar grimy walls
Familiar empty silence
The room is familiar to you
It is the fiber of your every waking moment.
If is the fabric of your every night terror.
But still, the room is familiar
The room is safe
The hole, however, is new
From beyond the hole drifts a soft, sweet voice.
“greetings… young one… so long… I’ve been waiting… I’ve been waiting for you…
I’ve been waiting for you…
I’ve been waiting for you!”
declare your actions, stranger
