Imagine yourself on an empty pathway.
You are walking straight.
At the end of the pathway stands an ancient manor; made of
black stones and garlanded by dirt and moss amassed from the air and earth.
The door is already open.
Two sets of stairways forming a giant arch.
You walk past the parallel walls, which soon begin to
converge.
Are you going mad?
You’re expecting a phantom, or a ghost to live within those
walls. But what if ghosts are a giant set-up?
The meeting point of parallel
walls at infinity where a man has nowhere left to go.
