PREMISE

[thecrook]

PREMISE at the end of the street in the middle of the woods on the bottom of the ocean between your heart and mind wherever and however you find it you have followed a path that leads to secret building. eye-searing light is the last memory that you can recollect, and now you have awoken in a cold, dark place with a merciless pain thrumming in your head. the ache drowns all other senses and embeds itself like broken glass into the base of your skull. you struggle to open your eyes, your vision swimming. an implacable sense of vertigo - could this be a concussion? after a tense few moments, the throb of pain slowly ebbs into a distant ring. your vision sharpens and acclimates to the darkness, the blurred shapes and outlines resolving themselves into a recognizable surrounding. you realize that you are sitting inside a working, moving elevator. a thin film of condensation shines slickly across the lift's walls, and impulsively, you drag your fingers across the pinpricks of water that speckle the closed doors in front of you. pulling your hand back, a gentle luminescence now stains your fingertips. the plush carpet under your feet is immaculate, the steel walls free of grease and fingerprints. a lit panel above your head slowly counts upwards, but the pull at the bottom of your stomach leads you to believe that you are actually going down. something in your breathing hitches. your eyes widen in worry. or anger. understanding. humor. perhaps this is not the first time you have awoken in this exact elevator, feeling this exact way. the elevator comes to a gentle stop. with a high-pitch ping, the doors slowly slide open. you are just in time to join the game.