#1480

If my mind is a house full of hallways full of doors, then what is yours? I see a forest in black and white, like a Polaroid taken at night; white snow, black skeleton trees, darkness pressing in all around. A bleak forest through which you move with a predator’s stealth, silent and alone. An empty forest in which the threat comes not from what may lay in wait within the darkness, but the darkness itself; it would be so easy to get lost within its depths, to walk so long you forgot the path back to yourself. Who knows what you’ve already left behind?

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