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You find yourself in a dilapidated room. Moonlight slants through the velvet curtains, illuminating flakes of dust. It muffles every surface in a thick blanket, including your throat. The wallpaper is sunbleached, but not enough to fade completely the screaming faces. The heavy mahogany furniture has been aged dull, tally marks on the wood's surface barely visible.
You look down at the Persian rug under your feet, enthralled by the intricate patterns which seem to go on infinitely. This is a mistake. When you finally blink away, the rug hasn't changed, but you have. You don't know how long its been, but you have aged.

How did you get here? Is this where you've always been? You can't remember. Something is so very wrong with the walls, but they refuse to let you understand what it is. Its the corners, you think. They don't make sense.

You don't want to be here. You turn to leave, go back to wherever you came from, but there is no door. Where did the door go? Was there ever a door? Were you ever anywhere else?

A breeze from the bolted window chills your bones. You rush to it, hopeful. Maybe you can break it open, escape that way. You look outside and see ¶ÃŒÅ ̯ی̷̲̉ل̴͈̈ا̷̆ÌÂ. It's not worth it. You'll find another way.

You turn to scan the room. Maybe something in here will help you escape..

Where do you look first?