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
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