Flew a breeze,
oh, you heard it right;
Split your senses—mist is tight.
Tip—flip,
Abyss against the stream,
Seven of crews, each one with light.
Now what?
You wish, witch, with this bite...
Hush your screams,
I'm stepping inside.
Shh... Be quiet—
don't you see it's High?
Horror highs heightened,
Don't you see me smile?
Try not to move your head—
I'm walking upright.
Your skull unlocks.
The door creaks wide.
I step inside—
no knock, no guide.
Something slithers. Something sighs.
You didn't notice?
These aren't your eyes.
A memory hums beneath my feet.
Not yours—no, something deep.
A name you lost, a thought half-writ,
Buried down where echoes sit.
I'm not lost. You are.
I kneel.
Press my hand against your mind.
Soft. Fractured. Feral. Fine.
The walls breathe in. The colors bend.
Your spine unwinds—
I step again.
And so you wake, but not the same.
Your name still fits—
yet sounds like chains.
What was yours now feels like theft.
What you were...
was never left.
Lesson?
Not all things taken leave a trace.
Not all who enter leave this place.