Dolls house

(set: $typewriterText to "Do you remember not existing? Do you remember anything before you were born?") { (set: $typewriterPos to 1) |typewriterOutput>[] (live: 0.1s)[ (append: ?typewriterOutput)[(print: $typewriterText's $typewriterPos)] (set: $typewriterPos to it + 1) (if: $typewriterPos is $typewriterText's length + 1)[ (stop:) ] ] } [[Yes->Deep talk about life]] [[No->Deep talk about life]]

<img alt="A large, dolls house. There is a dim light above that's red." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_30a85065b60645b88c457b3cbf1a6372~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> The house is battered and it's paper is stripped on the edges. Some of the windows are broken and cracked. One upstairs window is open, and the white line curtains hang out and flow as if there is wind. There is nothing moving in the air, a staleness that is empty. There is the heavy, humid sound of singing that stinks from the house. As you come closer, it smells stronger. It smells like food crumbs that have fallen off the plate to the floor at the corner of the room, that's mixed with dust. [[Continue->you may as well step forward]] (set: $darkness to true) <audio alt="Strange female choir music is playing." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_a3416fccec9d4d12b5bf946961a1e74f.mp3" autoplay loop>

(if: $darkness is true) [ <img alt="A large, dolls house. There is a dim light above that's red. Strange female choir music is playing." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_30a85065b60645b88c457b3cbf1a6372~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> (set: $answer to (prompt: "Do you like the singing?","")) I agree as well. It very much has that feeling. Well, there's not much else to do. [[You could sit in the darkness]], or [[you could start walking to the house]]. <audio alt="Strange female choir music is playing." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_a3416fccec9d4d12b5bf946961a1e74f.mp3" autoplay loop>] (if: $darkness is false) [<img alt="A large, dolls house. There is a dim light above that's red. Strange female choir music is playing." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_30a85065b60645b88c457b3cbf1a6372~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> Well, there's not much else to do. [[You could sit in the darkness]], or [[you could start walking to the house]]. <audio alt="Strange female choir music is playing." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_a3416fccec9d4d12b5bf946961a1e74f.mp3" autoplay loop>] <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_a3416fccec9d4d12b5bf946961a1e74f.mp3" autoplay loop>

I have a feeling that when you are fully born is when you begin to have memories. You suddenly begin to be aware of yourself. Some people gain this later on in childhood or from the moment they are fully developed in the womb. Some people, before of all of that, claim to have strange feelings of a life before this. Believe what you want to, but before all this there was nothing. Religions explain what happens after you die but not before you were born. Because you didn't exist. Nothing is the absence of something. [[Darkness is nothing ->Your name.]]

(set: $answer to (prompt: "Just wondering, what is your name?","")) Really? That's a very nice name actually. Better than mine. I have no name! Haha!! [[Continue]]

<img alt="A close up of the front yellow door entrance. It is now slightly open." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_ef4aa612334d42c8b6cef8cefdea1dc0~mv2.jpeg" width="100%" height="100%"> You press your hand a quarter against the door and it creeks open. It isn't empty but feels like it. You can see everything and yet it feels dim. With another push on the door that tugs onto the carpet, you enter the [[Main Hallway]]. <audio alt="Strange female choir music is playing." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_a3416fccec9d4d12b5bf946961a1e74f.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="Three windows." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_a2a354dc6d0447d39120bb7a86734d00~mv2.jpeg" width="100%" height="100%"> You push yourself onto the the weak and narrow window ledge, steadying yourself against the fragile windows. There are crevices, within the bricks, like hellish, fiery cabes. Your fingers crunch into them and burn as you push youself up, and they snap off to enter another cave. You feel a few cracks here and there. Your feet are hanging, kicking the bricks and they uncontrollably swing in a lifeless fashion. While we're here, I have a [[quick question]]. Maybe it'll take your mind off things. <audio alt="Strange female choir music is playing." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_a3416fccec9d4d12b5bf946961a1e74f.mp3" autoplay loop>

Oh...ok then. Do you want to start at the [[beginning]] Or, check out the other Amplify Works here: (link: "to broadcast site")[(goto-url: 'http://www.wysingbroadcasts.art')]

<img alt="Halfway up the house." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_2eb88090ce144f398400c62c7d02a646~mv2.jpeg" width="100%" height="100%"> (set: $answer to (prompt: "What's the highest point you've climbed?","")) Wait, (print: $answer)? Woah!!!!! That's the highest thing I've ever heard. Sorry, I know you weren't expecting the exclamation marks but I'm actually surprised by that. Well done. Hey, if you can do that, you can get through this! [[Keep climbing]]

<img alt="White wall." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_9db9211a32b24750af78a28069d218b8~mv2.jpeg" width="100%" height="100%"> The climbing terrain changes from red caves to to grey towers that branch together against a white sky. Or maybe they are prison bars, with a decaying white sky. You find narrow gaps where the nails don't hold them down, and you grip and pull yourself up, and stare into two nails that stare back at you. You push yourself up [[onto the second floor window ledge]]. <audio alt="Strange female choir music is playing." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_a3416fccec9d4d12b5bf946961a1e74f.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="A black picture of a dome in the centre with gifts. At the top of the picture is titled 'THE END'" src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_068bba0aabb04e50bf66f82369c7a9ee~mv2.png" width="100%" height="100%"> Thanks for playing. Start at the [[beginning]] Or check out more Amplify works on the Wysing broadcast site: (link: "to broadcast site")[(goto-url: 'http://www.wysingbroadcasts.art')]

<img alt="The main hallway. On the right is a coat rack of several children's coats in bright colours. On the left is a picture of a robin bird. In the corner of the hallway is a plastic green object with a small blue wire sticking out of it. There is an inaccessible set of red and black carpet stairs." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_907060050b3546dcab045b7146565911~mv2.jpg" width="80%" height="80%"> You enter the narrow hallway. You feel cold. Parts of the wallpaper are peeling. You have the options of: Going to the [[Kitchen]] Checking out the [[Hallway Picture]] Look at the [[Coat Rack]] Look at the Hallway's [[Unknown Object]] (Set:$right to true) <audio alt="Strange female choir music is playing." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_a3416fccec9d4d12b5bf946961a1e74f.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="A GIF of a Kitchen room. It has two crabs surrounding a candle that has an moving flame, that makes the room bright and dark. There are four lemons that hang off brown string from the ceiling. On the back wall there is a poster of a child screaming in the background and utensils taped to the wall. There is a green fireplace on the right wall." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_8de7a4d350724559b3b1f1db3215284c~mv2.gif" width="100%" height="100%"> It is a musty kitchen. Your nose is stabbed with the sharp scent of citrus. The kitchen is warmer than the hallway but feels off in many ways, though not threatening. A small candle occupies two crabs, who snap their claws intensely together. You feel too intimidated to even bother interacting with them, so you decide to interact with: The taped on [[Utensils]] The hanging [[Lemons]] The [[Screaming poster]] Go back to the [[Main Hallway]] (if: $right is true) [Go to the the [[Green Fireplace]] ] (if: $right is false)[[[Go back to the fireplace ->The Green Garden Fireplace]]] <audio alt="Strange female choir music is playing." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_a3416fccec9d4d12b5bf946961a1e74f.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="A picture of a robin" src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_5e30511a1b7c49ec84ee439dfcd9072b~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> It has a sweet picture of a robin, chirping with snow in the background. It has festive bells ringing and holly bushes. It's uncertain of what time of year it is and whether it's christmas or not, but this robin will be jolly nevertheless. In a happy mood, the robin chirps a [[question->Bird asks a question]] to you.

It is a tall coat hanger, with children's coats on. It has a varity of bright colours. You decide pick up a lime green jacket. It's tiny and cute. Go back to the [[Main Hallway]]

<img alt="A close up of the plastic green object." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_5c8c9c10972747d8b697e2a993cd7cd6~mv2.jpeg" width="100%" height="100%"> It is an object...that I don't even understand. It is green, and large, and wide, attached to a wire that sticks out like a snake. You attempt to pick it up, but despite your strength find that it's too heavy. You give up, despite your best efforts. Out of nowhere, a [[question -> The unknown object's question]] weighs on your mind.

(set: $answer to (prompt: "What animal are you scared of the most?","")) (print: $answer) (print: $answer). (print: $answer)? (print: $answer).......... Well, let's carry on in the [[Main Hallway]]

<img alt="Close up of green fireplace" src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_400019c5103a4ee9aad4b6c3738cbf22~mv2.jpeg" width="100%" height="100%"> You talk to the green fireplace. It is struggling to burn. "I feel tired and low" the fireplace says glumly. There is no spare wood beside the fire and no furniture in the room. The crabs continue snapping their claws. You decide it is best to use your green jacket on the fireplace, so you [[Throw the jacket in. |Green Jacket is thrown into the fireplace.]]

<img alt="Close up of utensils taped to the wall" src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_5a867c889d324ced85afd83169187675~mv2.jpeg" width="100%" height="100%"> The utensils are designed for plates that are not in the room. You grab a utensil off the rack and whilst they don't speak, the bend in protest and annoyance. You wave them around childishy before putting them back. The utensils speak. In a unbearable high pitched sound, they ask you a [[question.->Utensils ask a question]]

There are lemons that hang from brown string, how is the string even tied to the ceiling? The lemons aren't close enough but dance like they are. You ask them how their day is. They dance more, and you swear you can hear the hissings of "Go away". How sour. You move on with interacting with the [[Kitchen]]

<img alt="A close up of the poster of a screaming child" src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_7feb40b780ff4248b89c78a5348bbc9a~mv2.jpeg" width="100%" height="100%"> The screaming poster appears intimidating to you at first. You awkwardly approach it and say hello in the calmest way possible. The screaming keeps going, but suddenly it starts to make sense. You can understand her. She says: "This is the first time that I have not been ignored and just seen as "dramatic" or "too much". You've approached me like a normal person. How can I thank you?" You politely decline, but the poster insisits on singing a song that's special to her, so she sings. For a long time. [[Once she is done, she asks:]]

<img alt="Green fireplace with a fire." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_79bd72c96ac442a78118fec93a1fbc29~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> It burns brightly with a hint of green flecks. "Thank you!" the fireplace says. "In return, can I ask you a question?" [[Yes, you can]] [[I have other places to be]] <audio alt="Sound of fire crackling." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_2ce5ae49ffb447f6822daf92c1fd83b8.mp3" autoplay loop>

(set: $answer to (prompt: "Can you please pick a number between 1 and 10?","")) (if: $answer is "8")["I like that number. It reminds me of green. [[You can proceed to the special room..." |Journey to the green room]]] (elseif: $answer is "1")[<img alt="Green fireplace with a fire. It has a victoria sponge cake on the top of the flame." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_90b2e9030f704cdcaca3f73a65289931~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%">"Congratulations! You win a special cake." The fireplace lifts a victoria sponge from it's centre and tosses it over. You nearly drop it and your hands are going red and puffy from holding a perfect but very hot cake. You thank the fireplace happily and [[continue on your way. ->Kitchen]] (set: $right to false) <audio alt="Sound of fire crackling." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_2ce5ae49ffb447f6822daf92c1fd83b8.mp3" autoplay loop>] (elseif: $answer is "2")[<img alt="Green fireplace with a fire. It has a victoria sponge cake on the top of the flame." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_90b2e9030f704cdcaca3f73a65289931~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%">"Congratulations! You win a special cake." The fireplace lifts a victoria sponge from it's centre and tosses it over. You nearly drop it and your hands are going red and puffy from holding a perfect but very hot cake. You thank the fireplace happily and [[continue on your way. ->Kitchen]] (set: $right to false) <audio alt="Sound of fire crackling." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_2ce5ae49ffb447f6822daf92c1fd83b8.mp3" autoplay loop>] (elseif: $answer is "3")[<img alt="Green fireplace with a fire. It has a victoria sponge cake on the top of the flame." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_90b2e9030f704cdcaca3f73a65289931~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%">"Congratulations! You win a special cake." The fireplace lifts a victoria sponge from it's centre and tosses it over. You nearly drop it and your hands are going red and puffy from holding a perfect but very hot cake. You thank the fireplace happily and [[continue on your way. ->Kitchen]] (set: $right to false) <audio alt="Sound of fire crackling." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_2ce5ae49ffb447f6822daf92c1fd83b8.mp3" autoplay loop>] (elseif: $answer is "4")[<img alt="Green fireplace with a fire. It has a victoria sponge cake on the top of the flame." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_90b2e9030f704cdcaca3f73a65289931~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%">"Congratulations! You win a special cake." The fireplace lifts a victoria sponge from it's centre and tosses it over. You nearly drop it and your hands are going red and puffy from holding a perfect but very hot cake. You thank the fireplace happily and [[continue on your way. ->Kitchen]] (set: $right to false) <audio alt="Sound of fire crackling." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_2ce5ae49ffb447f6822daf92c1fd83b8.mp3" autoplay loop>] (elseif: $answer is "5")[<img alt="Green fireplace with a fire. It has a victoria sponge cake on the top of the flame." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_90b2e9030f704cdcaca3f73a65289931~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%">"Congratulations! You win a special cake." The fireplace lifts a victoria sponge from it's centre and tosses it over. You nearly drop it and your hands are going red and puffy from holding a perfect but very hot cake. You thank the fireplace happily and [[continue on your way. ->Kitchen]] (set: $right to false) <audio alt="Sound of fire crackling." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_2ce5ae49ffb447f6822daf92c1fd83b8.mp3" autoplay loop>] (elseif: $answer is "6")[<img alt="Green fireplace with a fire. It has a victoria sponge cake on the top of the flame." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_90b2e9030f704cdcaca3f73a65289931~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%">"Congratulations! You win a special cake." The fireplace lifts a victoria sponge from it's centre and tosses it over. You nearly drop it and your hands are going red and puffy from holding a perfect but very hot cake. You thank the fireplace happily and [[continue on your way. ->Kitchen]] (set: $right to false) <audio alt="Sound of fire crackling." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_2ce5ae49ffb447f6822daf92c1fd83b8.mp3" autoplay loop>] (elseif: $answer is "7")[<img alt="Green fireplace with a fire. It has a victoria sponge cake on the top of the flame." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_90b2e9030f704cdcaca3f73a65289931~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%">"Congratulations! You win a special cake." The fireplace lifts a victoria sponge from it's centre and tosses it over. You nearly drop it and your hands are going red and puffy from holding a perfect but very hot cake. You thank the fireplace happily and [[continue on your way. ->Kitchen]] (set: $right to false) <audio alt="Sound of fire crackling." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_2ce5ae49ffb447f6822daf92c1fd83b8.mp3" autoplay loop>] (elseif: $answer is "9")[<img alt="Green fireplace with a fire. It has a victoria sponge cake on the top of the flame." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_90b2e9030f704cdcaca3f73a65289931~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%">"Congratulations! You win a special cake." The fireplace lifts a victoria sponge from it's centre and tosses it over. You nearly drop it and your hands are going red and puffy from holding a perfect but very hot cake. You thank the fireplace happily and [[continue on your way. ->Kitchen]] (set: $right to false) <audio alt="Sound of fire crackling." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_2ce5ae49ffb447f6822daf92c1fd83b8.mp3" autoplay loop>] (elseif: $answer is "10")[<img alt="Green fireplace with a fire. It has a victoria sponge cake on the top of the flame." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_90b2e9030f704cdcaca3f73a65289931~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%">"Congratulations! You win a special cake." The fireplace lifts a victoria sponge from it's centre and tosses it over. You nearly drop it and your hands are going red and puffy from holding a perfect but very hot cake. You thank the fireplace happily and [[continue on your way. ->Kitchen]] (set: $right to false) <audio alt="Sound of fire crackling." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_2ce5ae49ffb447f6822daf92c1fd83b8.mp3" autoplay loop>]

<img alt="Green fireplace with a fire. Sound of fire crackling." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_79bd72c96ac442a78118fec93a1fbc29~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> "Oh, ok then. Have a nice trip." You turn around and [[walk back through the kitchen. |Kitchen]] <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_2ce5ae49ffb447f6822daf92c1fd83b8.mp3" autoplay loop>

The fire calms down and subsides. You begin to crawl through. You aren't burning but the soot stains your clothes and invades your lungs. You are cramped for a few minutes before you stumble into what appears to be...a [[Green Room]]. (set: $greenroom to false)

<img alt="Green Room. A dark figure stands at the back of the room on the right. A red shoe is on the left side of the floor. A picture is on the left wall." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_335a5c7954a140f1987cad015aebb92a~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> The music is different. It is no longer a stale smell but worse, it smells like there was a fire in here. There is an unrecognisable woman that's covered in soot. She is completely silent. The room has an indescribable and unbearable atmosphere, like something is about to happen. You turn around to the fireplace just to check it's- Gone. The fireplace is gone. It seems like you are stuck in this room. With not much else to do, you interact with [[The picture]] [[The red shoe]] (if: $greenroom is false) [] (if: $greenroom is true)[ [[The Woman sitting at the chair]] wants to speak to you. Well, go on! ] <audio alt="Sound of eerie dreamy music is playing" src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_87b458e9803b4454b36797159cb41218.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="Green fireplace with a fire. Sound of fire crackling." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_79bd72c96ac442a78118fec93a1fbc29~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> You talk to it again. "Did you want something else? Hmmm….Well, I can be a door to somewhere else, if you want me to." You get closer to the fireplace and it whispers; "It’s warmer. Warmer than me. It has lavish plants and flowers of pink and red, winding and exciting paths, and a beautiful sun. Are you interested in going there?" You turn your head to the kitchen expressionless. You look back, and say Yes. [["Ok. Let me take your hand and guide you through"-> The Soil]] <audio alt="Sound of fire crackling." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_2ce5ae49ffb447f6822daf92c1fd83b8.mp3" autoplay loop>

Despite the obvious fire that’s burning, a flame reaches out, grabs your hand, and pulls you in. You are immediately dragged into soil, not concrete. The fire was no longer there but something was still holding your hand, pulling you down through soil that fills your mouth and hair. [[Continue->Breaking through]]

<img alt="A ruined garden with small voodoo dolls." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_e556572120fe41f98713298b00a3ef39~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> The area feels abandoned. It is cluttered with rusty materials, large broken branches, and crumbling brick walls, with wrapped up tiny figurines that poke out of them. They are frozen. Have you ever had a voodoo doll? Don't answer that. You don't want to jinx it. [[Continue on->The forest trail]] <audio alt="Sound of dreamy choir music with small beats." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_88064cf6e243450e9c035519f6bd2b2f.mp3" autoplay loop>

Life is like a box of chocolates. Life is like a marathon. Life is like a hill. Life is like a camera. Life is like a book. Life is like an...[[Inn. Or a house, in general. ->what's that in the distance?]]

You take a step back. It's gone. [[[Would you like to step foward again? ->you may as well step forward]] (set: $darkness to false)] Or [[is this where I leave you?]]

<img alt="A close up of the Dolls house. On the left, a front yellow door entrance. On the right, three downstairs windows." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_bbabce9648754730ba15c299ebf17c2f~mv2.jpeg" width="100%" height="100%"> You don't even physically feel like you are walking. But you move somehow and arrive at the house. The house is before you. You have three options: [[Enter through door]] [[Climb]] [[...Leave]] <audio alt="Strange female choir music is playing." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_a3416fccec9d4d12b5bf946961a1e74f.mp3" autoplay loop>

[[Ok.]]

[[End of an end]]

<img alt="Glowing windows" src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_077d458863d14c5a954e24de2881e739~mv2.jpeg" width="100%" height="100%"> The windows are...glowing! But you can't look inside, the light is too intense. It just illuminates your face and body as you pull yourself up. I'm surprised you've gotten this far to be honest, you look exhausted. But...[[you keep going, regardless]] <audio alt="Strange female choir music is playing." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_a3416fccec9d4d12b5bf946961a1e74f.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="The roof." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_ee039950b7f846c888e82af0e52c4358~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> Finally, after a gruelling 10 minutes in total, you reach the peak of the house. You pull yourself onto the roof, and somehow balancing, sigh heavily in fatigue. If I could clap I would. But alas, I have no hands. All I can say, is this: Good job. [[Continue ->Hanging out on the roof]] <audio alt="Strange female choir music is playing." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_a3416fccec9d4d12b5bf946961a1e74f.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="The roof." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_ee039950b7f846c888e82af0e52c4358~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> You sit. As you can expect, the sky is black. Nothing remains in the air this time and yet you sway slightly as if there is. The singing is coming from above now and hovers like a dome. It's no longer humid but you begin to shiver. Suddenly, in the distance, you see a white figure, that has a long running motion as if it is on all fours. It gets larger as it gets closer. [[What is it? ->The White Horse]] <audio alt="Strange female choir music is playing." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_a3416fccec9d4d12b5bf946961a1e74f.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="The roof with a white horse." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_3c067261ca894497a12c29f71ab0f05b~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> Casually in a long strides, the figure looms towards you. It's movement becomes more distinct and you realise that it is galloping. It is a horse, that's iridescent like a pearl. It gallops and suddenly stops, as if it just noticed you. It pauses. You can't tell what kind of expression the horse's eyes say, becasue they are so dark, but there is no hostility here. You both look at each other in silence. Is it going to say something? It lowers it's front legs, into a bow. Very slowly. And raises it head up to you. You feel a chill down your spine but aren't scared. It looks as if it's about to leave. Will you: [[Say goodbye]] [[Jump onto it]] <audio alt="Strange female choir music is playing." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_a3416fccec9d4d12b5bf946961a1e74f.mp3" autoplay loop>

You wave silently as it turns around and gallops off into the distance. You sit. And listen. And hum the sound of the singing yourself. It's too much to climb back down. You feel less cold and your eyes are heavy from the black sky. If it is a sky, there seems to be nothing in it. There is nothing but pitch darkness above, and below. [[It swallows you.->you are as high as you can be]] <audio alt="Strange female choir music is playing." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_a3416fccec9d4d12b5bf946961a1e74f.mp3" autoplay loop>

In a seizing impulsive moment, you shakily rise and level yourself for a large jump. You swing your arms and throw your legs foward, and go as far as you can. [[And it's a good distance.]]

(set: $answer to (prompt: "Would you like to be remembered for anything? If so what for?","")) (print: $answer)! How admirable. Let's go back to the [[Main Hallway]]

(set: $answer to (prompt: "Why are you so annoying? Like, seriously?","")) Your excuse is that (print: $answer). You stand there in embarrassed silence. Wanting to move on, you head back to the [[Kitchen]].

You slowly approach this silent woman. Where is it's face? All you see is a shadow, and all you can breathe as you get closer to her is soot. You stand in front of her. She doesn't respond. Feeling somewhat daring, you ask her a question. [[What's it like to burn?]] <audio alt="Sound of eerie dreamy music is playing" src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_87b458e9803b4454b36797159cb41218.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="Close up of a red shoe. Sound of eerie dreamy music is playing" src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_f62ae4be1e884892b399751b2358f070~mv2.jpeg" width="100%" height="100%"> The red shoe looks feminine, and lays on the ground. You pick it up and consider wearing it. But it quickly says; "I want to tell you a story. Of how I was found" [[So you listen]]. <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_87b458e9803b4454b36797159cb41218.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="Close up of picture of a squirrel" src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_c8cc784699bd42e581029b790347d05a~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> It is another picture, which appears to be a squirrel receiving a gift. As you stare at it, [[it gifts you a question.-> Gift picture's question]]

The red shoe begins. "When I was more new, more stylised, the owner wearing me was out late at night and, seemingly drunk and happy, threw me across the street. I thought the owner would come to pick me up but they didn't. I guess they forgot. But surely they would have come back to the same place? They left with my other half, the other shoe. I didn't care for them that much, but I'd known them since my creation so it was bittersweet. So I laid there, for several weeks. I was pushed to the side and lived with the weeds growing out of the concrete. Some days the weather was nice, other days it rained and I couldn't move, so I was just cold and wet. I could feel the material on me getting weaker. One day, in the early morning of heavy continunous rain, a red coated figure loomed over me. They seemed large until a taller figure stopped as well with an umbrella and told the other figure that they have to get to school. I realised that this was a child and their parent. From the chatting between them I discovered that the child's name seemed to be 'Yvanna' and the parent was the mother. Yvanna wanted to take me home because they thought I was a pretty shoe. Their mum was impatient to get them to school however, and they left in a hurry. The mum came walking back a several minutes later, but ignored me. So I laid here, again. But hours later, in the early afternoon, still raining, the mother strolled past and breifly glanced at me as she walked on. She came back with Yvanna and they looked at me again. "Do you really want this?" The mother asked. Yvanna nodded silently. "Alright then." The mother softly spoke. "We'll take it home and clean it up." Yvanna smiled as they picked me up. I was going somewhere! It was refreshing to be picked up after so long. I was taken home and washed in warm, soapy water. I was dried off and now no longer dirty. I was placed in Yvanna's room. It was very pink. The walls were pink, the bed was pink, the toys were pink. Yvanna took me to a plush, baby pink pillow, that had sewn in pink fur on the sides. In the centre was a embroidered shiny crown, and they placed me in the center of it. They never really used me as a shoe, because they can't of course, but enjoyed looking and holding me, as if I was a ornate object. When they didn't use me, I would be back on the pillow. I felt warm, and safe, and noticed." [[I have a question for you->Red shoe's question]] <audio alt="Sound of rain" src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_54b7868d92164363aa82c93946ac6da6.mp3" autoplay loop>

(set: $answer to (prompt: "Do you know where I am? I just seemed to arrive here one day.","")) The shoe doesn't seem to respond to your answer. In fact it stops speaking fully. It's odd, considering that [[it just told you a very long and abrupt story->One last question about the shoe's story]]

(set: $answer to (prompt: "I want your personal opinion. Did you like the story?","")) Hmmmm...personally I thought it was sad. (set: $greenroom to true) Shall we look at the [[rest of the room?->Green Room]]

Eventually, there is a break within the soil, and you tumble out onto the floor. You lie face first on the dirt brick floor, grass and worms touching your face. [[You get up.->The Garden's Fireplace]]

<img alt="Ruined fireplace with a kettle" src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_16ed0daf500f483bbea0e92bd4de2f21~mv2.jpeg" width="100%" height="100%"> It seems that you fell out of another fireplace. It says nothing, and is more ruined and decorated with leaves. The brick is damp and moldy. There is a kettle with no fire and yet you start to sweat. You decide to turn around and [[look at what's behind you. ->The ruined wheelbarrow]]

<img alt="A green sunny forest trail with golden rocks and bugs." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_2b6e73f321714b579da6a1a7dd5642c9~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> You stroll by this easygoing forest trail, and yet you stagger, the beads of sweat feverishly rolling down your face. There is no sounds you might hear in a rainforest, but instead that awful singing-Awful??? You think it's that bad? It's just irritating to you, as it's the only thing that moves through your ears. You notice strange rocks, but don't have the time to consider if it's gold or not, you have to find someone, anyone, to ask you where you are. [[Carry on->The winding path]] (set: $windingpath to false) <audio alt="Sound of dreamy choir music with small beats." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_88064cf6e243450e9c035519f6bd2b2f.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="A winding rocky path with plants and rocks on the sides. There are bugs on the ground and stinkbugs on the rocks. There are shells throughout the path" src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_16da8d097eed4b90a1ab9486953c1dee~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> There is a moment of a gentle breeze and arrive at the strange, jagged curving path, with crawling, strange bugs that you can't tell where they start or where they end. Stink bugs camouflage into the mossy rocks with plants that burst out of them, and shells populate themselves throughout the area. You can't tell if anything that's inhabiting this area is moving. Is there anyone in these shells that you can talk to? (if: $windingpath is false) [With a relief, you hear the sound of birds chirping. How many are there? You think, as you climb the slippery rocks and pull yourself up to a [[small landing. ->Red rose]] ] (if: $windingpath is true) [ Dazed, you slide back down the rocks with a bump, and [[drag yourself fowards.->Pink towers]] ] <audio alt="Sound of dreamy choir music with small beats." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_88064cf6e243450e9c035519f6bd2b2f.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="A rose garden with a fountain in the middle with grass on top. There are bees and insects, with two budgies talking to each other." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_a8ff58cc8e144761b58052878beca9eb~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> You arrive at a miniature pretty rose garden. Roses are bundled up in trees, or sleeping on the floor, or adorned and stuffed into the vase in the centre. Bees swarm for nectar and other insects buzz around as well. In the middle of this, two budgies are chirping to each other. It is soft and sweet. They notice your gigantic face staring at them, and before you can ask them about this garden, they ask you something; "Do you believe in soulmates?" [[Yes, I do believe in soulmates]] [[No, I do not believe in soulmates]]

<img alt="Garden with a high shrub of pink flowers, with crystal balls. There is a couple in the distance and a silver dog." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_28d304c4bcee4f4a9a203f77326d88cf~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> You roll your eyes upwards to see a tall, tall tower, of pink flowers. Balls of crystal pink balance in the plant. You don't have the energy to reach up for them. But you do have the energy for this silver, metallic dog, that runs up towards you and wags it's tail as if you have something to throw for it. You show your empty hands to the dog. It whines lightly and runs off back to it's owners. These owners are the most similar looking to you, yet your hopes to talk to them are dashed as you realise, like most other beings in here, they are frozen. They both wear blue jackets. The sky is blue. Where is the sun? Why is it so humid. You struggle to breathe. [[Carry on->Butterfly horizon]] <audio alt="Sound of dreamy choir music with small beats." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_88064cf6e243450e9c035519f6bd2b2f.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="A rose garden with a fountain in the middle with grass on top. There are bees and insects, with two budgies looking at you." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_55ecf17d5e8d4fa1a4d09c8f05ee6bdf~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> They turn happily towards you and chirp excitedly. You smile at them, before realising that you cannot understand a word they are saying. Why did you understand most things previously at the house, and not now? Frustrated at asking a useless question, you wave politely and say goodbye. Back to [[The winding path]] (set: $windingpath to true) <audio src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_88064cf6e243450e9c035519f6bd2b2f.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="A rose garden with a fountain in the middle with grass on top. There are bees and insects, with two budgies with their backs to you." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_ef9d1b6ec1a3478082c97f9df2c8c2b1~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> They turn their backs to you immediately. What's wrong with them? You think. The heat comes back in and pricks the neck of your skin. Not wanting to waste any more time here, you head back to [[The winding path]]. (set: $windingpath to true) <audio alt="Sound of dreamy choir music with small beats." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_88064cf6e243450e9c035519f6bd2b2f.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="A garden with butterflies. There is a shadowy figure." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_54d5acc9e92f4b72accab62dcc62bf4b~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> You slowly enter a clearing of, as promised by the green fireplace, lavish plants and flowers. The ones before were like that, but this was an abundance. The sweet smell of pink flowers approaches you. The butterflies are frozen in place but they are everywhere. Some of them slightly differ in colour to others. A natural glitch maybe? Standing out is a woman, not too far from you. She has a unexplainable shadow that makes her look darker. Instead of being frozen, she just smiles and shouts; "Nice day, isn't it!" You agree. You ask her why there is a garden below nothing. She answers; "That is a complicated question. You should ask the camel about that, he's an expert. He's up ahead" She looks similar to you as a human, and wears blue as well. You swear the floor is sticking to your feet like glue as you wave to the woman and walk on. [[Walk into the clearing->The red bushes]] <audio alt="Sound of dreamy choir music with small beats." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_88064cf6e243450e9c035519f6bd2b2f.mp3" autoplay loop>

<img alt="Red bushes with two groups of daffodils. There is a green bench in front. There is a camel on the left." src= "https://static.wixstatic.com/media/984ef6_606ff9b481ec4298a4cd284fe7b65311~mv2.jpg" width="100%" height="100%"> You approach an area, panting. You can't walk anymore, and approach the green bench. The bushes behind it are roses again. They begin to pulstate. Two groups of daffodils wave somehow and wink at you in a mocking fashion. The sky is an endless blue. The grass is sharp. And most of all, a camel is close by. Just standing, smiling. You collapse on the bench. The camel says nothing. Nothing!!! You cannot bear silent responses anymore. Why do you have to answer everything? So you ask it; [["Why am I here?"]] <audio alt="Sound of dreamy choir music with small beats." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_88064cf6e243450e9c035519f6bd2b2f.mp3" autoplay loop>

But the horse completely disappears. And so you fall. You...... Keep falling. Where's the ground? I thought there was one. You hover around in the darkness, in a constant state of awe and adrenaline. At Nothing. You fall. And fall. [[And...fall.->you are as high as you can be]]

(set: $answer to (prompt: "Do you like to sing?","")) "Thank you for letting me know. You are a very honest person." Return to the [[Kitchen]]

(set: $answer to (prompt: "What's the most important gift you've received?","")) How sweet. I wonder what it's like, to "Give" and "Receive". In my postion you don't get a lot. You just guide. But enough about me. Let's go back to the [[Green Room]]

She doesn't turn but answers. " Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: [[ I am the captain of my soul.]] "

As she answers your question with Invictus, before you can even ponder the meaning behind what she's saying, your fingertips begin to turn dark, and spread throughout your hand. You try to rub your hand, to uncover what's underneath, but it's futile. It flows through your body, and eventully you are the same pitch black colour, as the woman. Except.....She's not there any more. Surprisingly, you stay still. You walk to the corner of the room, and observe the green branches on the walls, and the abstract floor below, the picture with the squirrel's gift you can't snatch off, and the red shoe. The lonley, confused shoe. [[You study the wallpaper, your back to the room.-> The end of green]] <audio alt="Sound of eerie dreamy music is playing" src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_87b458e9803b4454b36797159cb41218.mp3" autoplay loop>

The flowers sit behind you. The camel is in front of you. As the camel speaks, you can no longer comprehend what the trip down here was for. What did the camel say? Even I can't answer as the narrator. But the camel looks down at you and smiles. It turns around and walks away and as it does, the blue sky seems to darken...or is that your vision? You feel like now’s the time to have a nap. The heat is uncomfortable but the lull of the eyelids is unavoidable. You sleep. [[Deep into the darkness again.-> A camel's end]] <audio alt="Sound of dreamy choir music with small beats." src="https://static.wixstatic.com/mp3/984ef6_88064cf6e243450e9c035519f6bd2b2f.mp3" autoplay loop>