ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ:@archangelsTerrarium It's a vicious cycle, really. A consistent looping of room upon room. You used to count them down so meticulously; you had written notes of certain pathways, things now weaved within your blood as it spills from gaping wounds. You don't care how much it hurts. You've grown numb to the sensations, numb to the darkness surrounding the edges of your vision the further you drag your steps through the next door. The next room. Your charges often fall to the same flight. But it's only you who takes it far enough, farther than them out of safety- out of punishment- for the ties that bind you to this work. You told them on purpose to heed back, for you to fight your way forwards. You told them to for your safety. But you know the real reasons for that, don't you? You were scared. Anomalies should be no bother to you anymore. You get those kinds of scares every now and then, though- Instinctual, animalistic fears for what could hurt you. What could hurt others. Usually, most exist within physical threats. A monster is much easier to see sworn, taken down, leveled into a harmless, limp frame than it is for something more nebulous. Something even greater than yourself. Your ticket to open Pandora's Box lays in your hands. Glowing of colors of a name you'd long since disavowed beyond words, beyond life. But just as the Eye's longing to claim you years ago, you can feel it. Your curiosity. Your need for answers, for access. You hold yourself up to such standards-- of morality, hospitality. Everything of the sort to keep yourself passively existent beyond the capabilities of what you have being way bigger than any mortal man should have. You still make yourself small. You know that this won't last. You've got a gnawing feeling in your gut that, one day, you will cave in to the curiosity. Walk right into the traps, knowing well of the danger that befalls them. You're used to it. You've let yourself fall into danger so many times before- feed yourself to it in vain attempts to save another soul from falling themself. It is only a matter of time before the mind breaks. But the body can keep breaking. Let that be your excuse to prevent yourself from straying off of the tracks carefully laid out before you. Keep running down the loop of room after room, and try to ignore the feeling of that disgusting, stupid sense of wanting hope that one of the rooms you run into will be cast in Green rather than red. Round we both go the same loops we both know. πΌπππππ’ πππ