Attachment blinds Memory from realizing that compassion no longer resides in this place. Left to the ravages of time, this room was once a world so alive with love and laughter- But it has now become a cage for future prisoners to die trapped within it’s colorless walls.

One sided dialogues encircle themselves.
Memory stretches to find the reasons why keeping hope alive is even important anymore.
Voice becoming ever stale from repeating the same chant over and over, she finally begins to weaken.
In the corner, a small candle ignites the vast emptiness, consuming every breath taken- draining every tear shed.

Memory speaks to these dark areas, which are cast on the walls by a quickly fading candlelight. Pleading with shadows whom departed long ago- leaving behind only their incoherent scribbling on the walls.

Yet, they remain her only chance…

Why does she continue speaking to nothingness?
Perhaps, it is because channeling them gives way to the probability that a door might still exist?
After all, how is it that they escaped from here in the first place?

The room thickens with grief, as she watches these ghosts of ghosts dissipate into the flickers of light.

Slowly burning itself out, the illumination fades.
Memory lays down, begging her eventual release.
Nobody around to hear.
Nobody around to see.