An old stone walled farmhouse with a straw and stick roof.
There are strangely dusty windows with a wooden door and a fancy black lock on it.
The forest has swallowed the old farmyard drowned by small shrubs and young trees.
Inside, the furniture is broken and consumed by cobwebs. Straw and dirt have covered the old cobblestone floor.
There’s a big black fireplace stained from a big fire, the chimney is clogged and dark.
There looks like what was once a bed now a pile of cloth, straw and broken wood, with a strange red glow coming through the straw and cloth. Under all the straw and cloth is what looks like an almost new trapdoor with another fancy black lock.
The red glow is pouring through the cracks and lock of the trapdoor.
Past the trapdoor is a somewhat natural cavern with old wooden beams, some broken, some not.
The smell of dirt fills the cold damp air. The glow is even stronger than before. The lights now glow brightest at a corner of the maze-like cavern leading into a big cylindrical room with a large ceiling.
There on a black and dark blue shrine is the ball of light so bright it could blind anyone; from what was a light red glow is now a dark, twisted crimson.
Around the dark stone room are black animal bones and blood red writing on the wall that says “DON’T TOUCH THE LIGHT”
I wonder what that means? What happened? What is this place?
Letter to Maggie
I miss your warm, soft arms, your mouth, and wonderful smile.
I can't help wondering how my precious daughter is, how old she is now, and the baby. I can't wait to see her.
I cannot deny the guilt I have, for I truly love you, and fully understand if you leave me.
For, I have had an affair with a foreign girl before I left. I was so scared and lonely.
I never thought I would live long enough to even write to you.
The guilt seeded inside me soon after, and now it has grown like a wild vine.
I tell you this now because I fear I will never leave this place, and did not want you living an illusion for the rest of your life.
I pray you forgive me, my love, and if not, I pray that you still are happy, for that makes me happy.