while you slept, everything else came awake.
the skeletal doorman beckoned and quaked as if caught in a whirlwind, calling you up stone steps and through a fading door.
- you danced in the lines of light and shadow, hearing fleeting retreating footsteps - echoing from the hard walls of the pits were mischeivious roars and startling moans, from creatures of some other godforsaken place -
there was no god, there. not for you and not for the doorman and the monsters and the whimsy you grasped, spiraling away as gossamer.
lest i forget, this is your noctuary - sanctuary - an absence of presence in one world to be present in another of your own creation.
lest i forget, sleep well - little darling - if you don't wake when the sun rises, we'll know you decided to stay.