Acinciturk

From Create Your Own Story

having procured it outside of legal regimes from the 1796 submerged forest, you examine closely now with your right finger the chalk-villi bandaged across the wall, turning slowly to wintry templates across the landing. its texture which pinches your fingers as it falls away reminds you of deep-fried, stale food. since an immemorial date, it's been petrified as an impasto sculpture enveloping an unlit staircase at the far corner of the pinkish room.

[[> it's tempting to eat some of the wall|Acinciturk>1]] [[> it's tempting to descend the staircase|Acinciturk>2]] [[> it's tempting to exit out of the building and get some fresh air|Acinciturk>3]]