Living Cramped Corridor

Dust motes dance in pale light from overhead fixtures.
Posters twist into warnings.
Air tastes of late regrets.
Beacon turned tomb for grand ambitions.
Scientist vanished pre-breach.

Compass

Go North Go South Go East Go West Go Up Go Down

Use the compass to navigate through the maze.

Writings on the Wall

  • What are you looking for?
  • wingin my gaster until I ding
  • luv u :*
  • SESWS
  • if someone drew porn here, i would jerk off to it.
  • sans from undertale?
  • Trickal:REVIVE coming soon
  • That was a weird orgy
  • how did you know that
  • South: Dead End
  • SESWS