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The Room Is White, Pure White.
Empty. Sterile.
Nothing in sight for as far as the eye can see.
There was a spot on the wall though.
Just A Spot.
And A Girl.
Just A Girl.
A small and simple deep red, and almost black, glittering spot.
The spot grows and grows like a flower in the sun.
Dripping away to form letters.
The Letters Form Words.
The Words Are Unspeakable.
She Reads Them,
Closes Her Eyes,
And Falls To The Ground.
She Doesn’t Faint Though.
The Words Made Her Do It.
She Opens Her Eyes,
The Words Are Cleared From The Wall.
She Blinks.
Every time She Closes Her Eyes She Can Feel Them.
They Grope To The Insides Of Her Eyelids.
The Writing Left The Wall,
Entered Her Mind,
And Now She Is Scarred.