The walls won't always hold still, you know. When you first come in they try to trick you, they don't move when you're looking. It's only after the first night that you can feel them shifting around, a sickening dance to the music of rats' paws and nightmares rising from a thousand sleepers. You would sleep too, if you could, if you were somewhere else, someplace safer. This isn't safe. It's never safe. So you have to defend yourself, and only a blade, blooded and chanted and thrust to the moon, the magic no one else understands, and your own dreams. Powerful things, dreams. Right now, for example, you're dreaming for a moment that you are elsewhere, staring at a lightness that flickers and screams in colors instead of sounds... already the walls are singing to each other.



...err... hi? *wry grin* Listening to a bit too much "Faith And The Muse", I guess. Anyway, credits for the image: * virgin-stock and stock.xchng are the only places I took images from, actually. *blinks* Meh.