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Buda-Dump...

Buda-Bump...

Buda-Dump...

A tiny ball is being bounced back to back, wall to wall, person to person. An unknown man, supposedly of the business profession or journalistic field, (according to his attire) leaned back against the wall of this old and sunken room. His eyes bled with the heaviness of exhaustion, his lips chapped from countless hours without even an ounce to drink. He hummed to a small tune in his head, stuck without an origin of how it got there.

He had no recollection of anything other than endlessly walking through dark, damp, musty, and howling hallways. He remembers the thought of stepping in this place with an unquenched determination...

A desire to find something...

This strange tune somehow keeps him calm every time he's come to a point where he feels he has lost it all...

Lost...

In the bowels of closed off areas, hiding things the world is no longer allowed to see. He wonders what kind of determination would leave him to actually fathom the thought of being in such an insane place. Every moment the man sulks deeper and deeper into regret. Why couldn't he leave well enough alone he thinks to himself.

He glances up at the only window in the room above him, providing very little light from an unknown source.

There is a woman standing over him, in a luscious pasture or field. A young and quite slender woman

Blurred but undoubtly Beautiful beyond all reason...

Somehow...

He knew he had never met this woman before,

Aside from all the other illusions and imaginations conjured up in his captivity, this one gave him a sudden feeling of familiar-ness.

Somehow...

But he knew no woman!

Like this...

He had never married or had children to claim his own.

He was sure of it...

He didn't have siblings, not even a special connection with his two parents...

He knows it..

The man shaking as he rises. His skinny legs looking as if they are about to collapse back to the floor. Without a hint of motivation to keep going, he continues to drag himself out the door of this small cell.

The door wide open, never blocked off.

The museum was built like an endless tall-hedged labyrinth. The difference was that the walls were spread wide apart, leaving space for unwelcoming presences. Large rooms and long hallways oozed in an endless disgusting red carpet and grossly tinted walls. Immersed in a cold, musty evil, alive and ready to grab you, and never let you go.

On his own he would've died in that room. He had been planning to.

There was no reason to keep going after so long.

Everything looked the same to him...

Yet something inside him pulled him close.

His legs had no choice but to follow...

Like a drunken man, with a greenish glow over him as if he were a zombie, he went...

Maybe it's curiosity, maybe its another hallucination, maybe its that tune embedded in his mind, ringing in his ear, calling him...

Head first into what was very much alive, hardly balancing himself as he went.

As he went away into the abyss. Soon to be forgotten like the grains of sand.