In this 8' by 12' world darkness forever looms, not even the power of the sun can penetrate its tombs.
A thick fog of anger, loneliness and pain lingers in the hearts of its many tortured souls, a constant reminder of the road they all chose.
Love turns to hate and hate turns to fear, strength turns to weakness and weakness into tears.
The ghosts within these castle walls know all too well what it means to exist in hell, you could never understand unless you've lived and breathed the dimensions of a cell!
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