Literature
dream record 1
So there was this one beach place, there wasn’t much on this island aside from a few small buildings. One such building was run by a demonic girl who had various subterranean floors to her building. Each one was some Banksy-esque satire of humanity that was made entirely out of human flesh. It was not pleasant, and I would have quit the dream right there if I hadn’t found the hole.
It was a hole covered in smooth metal and pipes, you would slide down it for quite a while, almost as long as getting to the gorgon’s labyrinth in the vault of glass. When you reached the bottom, you fell into another beach, also you somehow did