~As you wander through a dark open arched way... you walk into the blackness...as you walk further into the darkness you feel by instinct for a wall, your hand touches a cold caged object, slowly lowering your hand you feel a flat smooth surface, roaming over the surface with your fingers, catching what feels to be a long match...you hold the match within your hand, with one quick swipe, catching the match off the wall it comes lit...now having a limited view of this area that surrounds you, from what you can tell, a room...you slowly slip the long, now lit match into a small open curve in the caged object fixed on the wall...at that moment the darkness breaks, as a dim haunting glow fills the room cast off through the bars of the caged candle...now your view is clearer and not so limitted, yet there seems to be odd looking shadows along the wall some seem to you, to be cast off by the caged candle, yet some are left to wonder...a small room you are now standing within...to your right a small table set against the wall, placed nicely upon the table...an old ancient book, that by appearence seems to have been burned countless times over...
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Read the passages..?
-Questioning of a wondering child, A fathers teachings...
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-Read the poems kept, reflecting...
-Pages from Corrida's Book of Broken Thoughts...
The *face* behind...
