@doublelwitch This is my home, Entity of this dimension, A cage of echoes, a grave of ascension. The walls are breathing, cracked and torn, A whispering void where sorrow is born. The stars above are broken glass, Bleeding light that cannot last. The wind that howls through hollow trees Cries with the ghosts that never leave. I walk these halls of rot and bone, Each step a weight, each breath a stone. The air is thick with memories drowned, Screams that spiral, never found. There is