There's a line.
There's a road.
There's a hall.
There's a room.

There's also THE line.
THe hall.
THE room.

There are lines you don't cross and lines you've already crossed that you can't return from.

There's the halls that had feet and brilliant and broken minds travel through. Every step with a mission. Missions with purposes no one's really had before.

Then there are the rooms. So many rooms. The white ones. The dark ones. The one with a broken lightbulb. The one with blood stains. The one of glass, screens and screams. The ones you thought were safe, those rooms you've learned never will be.

There's the faces.
The hands.
And all their thoughts and beliefs.
Strung around your soul for you to flip...