Here we go, the world is spinning
When it stops, it's just beginning
When it stops, it's just beginning
As Rexanna walks away from the mirror the reflection shifts and changes, a hideous facsimile of the ascended hybrid taking its place. "COWARD!" it howls, banging on invisible glass, and the cry seems to come from every mirror in the room. "TRAITOR! ABANDONER! YOU LEFT HALYVEN, AND YOU LEFT YOUR CHILDREN! YOU WILL NEVER BE ANYTHING BUT ABANDONED, NO MATTER HOW MANY SPECIAL GIFTS YOU ARE GIVEN, NO MATTER HOW MANY MEN YOU FUCK!" As the door falls shut the noises stop. Only Rexanna would have heard it.
The next door Rexanna opens seems innocent enough. A child's room - a little girl's, likely - with a four posted bed and a long white dresser and a comfortable looking armchair in the corner. Should she choose to look closer, Rexanna will quickly realize that there is a rather unsettling number of dolls in the room, and she can never quite pinpoint where they are. It's as if every time she turns away the dead-eyed creatures move, though closer to her or not remains to be seen.
The door Adam opens seems to lead outside, with a copse of dead trees and a narrow trail that leads directly to a great cliff overlooking a surging sea. In the center of the not-room is a decrepit well, and Adam may recognize it from the mirror.
The girl has counted to thirty.
What do you do?
The next door Rexanna opens seems innocent enough. A child's room - a little girl's, likely - with a four posted bed and a long white dresser and a comfortable looking armchair in the corner. Should she choose to look closer, Rexanna will quickly realize that there is a rather unsettling number of dolls in the room, and she can never quite pinpoint where they are. It's as if every time she turns away the dead-eyed creatures move, though closer to her or not remains to be seen.
The door Adam opens seems to lead outside, with a copse of dead trees and a narrow trail that leads directly to a great cliff overlooking a surging sea. In the center of the not-room is a decrepit well, and Adam may recognize it from the mirror.
The girl has counted to thirty.
What do you do?
Sun comes up, we all laugh.
Sun goes down, we all die...
Sun goes down, we all die...
