Everything is bright, and warm, and quiet, and stable. The walls stay still; the floor doesn't move.
Until it does.
Slowly, so slowly, the carpet ripples up and back down in a long slow wave like something breathing quietly in its sleep.
(a living room; a room that lives.)
From the spot on the wall where the door used to be, the ash-black of the maze is beginning to spread outward like spilled ink, first staining and then annihilating the palely painted walls, the windows, the ceiling.
The floor underfoot.
The walls writhe, and close inward with enough force to splinter the bookcase closest to the corner.
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Date: 2007-01-18 12:01 am (UTC)Until it does.
Slowly, so slowly, the carpet ripples up and back down in a long slow wave like something breathing quietly in its sleep.
(a living room; a room that lives.)
From the spot on the wall where the door used to be, the ash-black of the maze is beginning to spread outward like spilled ink, first staining and then annihilating the palely painted walls, the windows, the ceiling.
The floor underfoot.
The walls writhe, and close inward with enough force to splinter the bookcase closest to the corner.