i was walking through an old room, a towering place which seemed never-ending. dust filtered through the air, not allowing me to see. i could make out the ancient paintings of lost souls animated yet never moving. as i continued to walk i felt something burning me. candles were surrouding me. candles which bleed instead of dropping their own life substance. candles that turned into hands that dripped with wax as i passed them. i had never seen a place quite like this, so beautiful and frightening. i had to keep moving. i looked down at the floor and saw more blood. the floors were hard, cold, torn and decaying and its splinters pierced the skin of my feet as i walked. I felt the sensations, but nothing close to the pain i should feel. i kept moving. i knew what i was looking for was at the end of this path. i continued to walk feeling feeling the skin on my feet peeling, seeing the sights, and feeling the eyes. the end came near as the towering room made me feel all the more insignificant. i felt a breeze come through the locked doors. the doors were breathing, filling me with what felt like the spirits long awaiting their passage. then i saw him, who he was i couldn't tell, but he felt familiar which seemed enough. i looked around one more time before i took his hand and realized that the paintings all had real eyes.