Love Is Noise (The Hallway Tale)

Rumor has it there is a secret so mysterious, curiosity was created on the spot when the first sight of an entrance to a vault deep in the bowels in the House of The Holy came about. The House of The Holy, crafted by a Creature that didn’t like to live alone.

A lantern held above one’s head will illuminate a sign saying The Corridors of Actuality.

Once, a prince from a nation faraway traversed through the maze of rooms, above the prince’s level of comprehension, above any level.

He first came to a door with a thick rusted padlock with the word

Depression

tried as he might to open, the door would barely budge an inch. Except, daddy longlegs breathed out from between the door’s thin cracks with each attempted push, as if he were giving it CPR, until the spiders busted the frame open and the lock flying off against the wall. Didn’t get much better from the there.

The next door had no sign written across the front and wasn’t closed completely. It was cracked open a smidgen, a faint glow of a putrid green peers through as inviting as it can be. Scrawled in an off-white crayon in every dark room was one word:

Uncertainty

He entered the next. Here, he got lost going through this one for a quite some time as he couldn’t keep track of it, it had no bearing on his actions. So much time in this hallway…he hasn’t been seen by the outside world since.

On the floor in one of the rooms in that corridor, cracked glass and smudged lines, a sign with the barely legible word:

L   (   S    T

Corridor after corridor, the trip would have continued, each one vastly different from the previous. If he is able to make it out some day, he would reach the door marked:

Vexed & Hexed

Just to have to pick between corridors Fear and Pain

There is apparently a corridor beyond these two, a seventh door of highly questionable ambiguity, some speculating of it being a never ending repeat of the two some emotions. Some say the corridor has rooms harboring brand spanking new emotions humans have yet to experience -either positively or in a negative light- and some doubt it’s existence at all.

Little is known beyond the fifth room, those who may have traversed through them all have yet to return to tell anyone or chose to keep it to themselves.

There’d better be a damned good reward hiding underneath all of that.

Consider that if you ever decide to travel it yourself.

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