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The House of Pink
🕑 Added 2025-03-17 22:22:20 +0000 UTCIt begins with a step, though none recall taking it. The door stands ajar, its threshold slick with perfumed fog, breathing in slow, syrupy undulations. You were not meant to be here, and yet—your name is already known.
A gloved hand, trembling between forms, beckons. Its fingers, still rough with old callouses, soften mid-gesture, nails blooming into delicate crescents, twitching between surrender and remembrance. The maid before you is incomplete—a creature caught mid-translation, her lips mouthing silent prayers as silk consumes her from the inside out.
The air itself is thick with something unseen, something waiting. The fortune teller has not yet spoken, and yet you hear her whispering inside your ribs, coiling beneath your skin, the meaning of her words slithering through you before they can be grasped. The walls, papered in a color that should not exist, pulse ever so slightly. A single step further, and they will know you. A single breath deeper, and you will forget why you ever resisted.
You may still leave. But the House has already tasted you.
