Oculus

As I meander through the serpentine passage, my footsteps crescendo, beckoned by the call of the unknown, drawing me deeper into the hotel's oneiric and protean realm. The tenebrous silhouettes swirl and undulate around me, as if the very walls are animate, imparting cryptic whispers that tantalize my senses. Tantalizing gradually yields to an insatiable fascination, a burgeoning anticipation that sets my very essence aflame.

The corridor unfurls, like a dark, velvety petal, into a vast, abyssal room, its walls a tapestry of intricate, carnal murals that seem to palpitate with each fleeting moment. The frescoes appear to throb, as if infused with a vital, pulsing essence, their beauty both captivating and unsettling, like a succubus's embrace. In this fantastical, dreamlike space, I am ensnared, a willing captive to the secrets that lurk within the labyrinthine heart of the hotel.

At the very epicenter of the cavernous chamber, a resplendent, ornate mirror stands sentinel, its surface radiating an ethereal, luminescent aura that seems to reverberate with an otherworldly essence. I am inexorably drawn to its mystical presence, my footsteps accelerating as I approach the mirror, my breath suspended in anticipation, like a supplicant before an altar of mystery. The mirror's shimmering facade appears to beckon me, its beauty both captivating and unsettling.

Entranced by the mirror's hypnotic allure, I extend my hand, my fingertips whispering against the glassy surface. To my utter bewilderment, my hand penetrate the mirror's liminal veil, as if it were a fluid, gelatinous membrane, the sensation sending a shiver of electric anticipation coursing through my very being. Before I can react, I am inexorably drawn forward, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience, like a moth consumed by the fiery passion of its own desires.

The world around me dissolves, a kaleidoscope of distorted reflections, as I feel my consciousness merging with the tantalizing, seductive apparition reflected in the mirror's depths. The boundaries between reality and illusion blur, like a watercolor painting in the rain, as I succumb to the mirrored abyss, my essence surrendering to the sylph call of my own dark, libidinous desires.

As I succumb to the lethargic oblivion of slumber, a spectral sentinel descends, a beast of Erebus abyssopelagic benthic depths, born from chorales of grim desolation, velvet vesper of visceral vice.

With ebon talons of psychological torment, it grasps, reducing my psyche to a tartaric desolate hellscape of ash and bone, as the soothsayer spouts balm of elysian ambrosia overwhelming my mind with serpents of idea.

Fevered realms of somnium, the creature's piercing oculus gaze, a baleful stare’s aura eminates, that freezes my frame as terror's gelid sweat drips, like a slow, icy crystalline.

The air is heavy with the miasma of fleshy essence and iron tang as the creature's cacophonous breath tantalizes a succubus serenade, whispering wraith of wicked desire, lethal lullaby, to ensure its ethereal embrace of eternal night.

In this vile, midnight mirage of dreams, the creature's presence, forever lurks, a phantom of luminous shadow.

The monarch of nightmares, reigns supreme as a master of agony as it weaves, waits, and watches, until I am ensnared in its tentacles embrace, bound and ripped down to the core of the Chthonic underworld.

My breaths of memories to be heard nevermore.

In the tenebrous, xenial realm of the lake, where human cadavers oscillate, suspended by verdigris chains, a lamia of unholy provenance, orchestrates a gambits cavalcade.

Each mortal she ensnares, a lugubrious, ghoulish spectacle unfolds, as if the very essence of the lake itself had been vitrified, its aqua viscera now Elysian repository of forgotten, memento mori-bund.

Haunting gaze, a diaphanous, cerulean abyss, draws in the unwary, like a siren's deadly, mellifluous call, beckoning them to surrender to the lake's funereal, abyssopelagic depths.

Her raven tresses, a susurrant undulant cascade of nocturnal umbrageous beauty, frames a visage pulchritude dolorous dirge, an oxymoronic, surreal juxtaposition of the celestial and the sepulchral.

As she traverses through the lake’s tomblike, profound silence, her every stride, a calculated, deathly, stiffened rhythm, stirs up a whirlwind of syrupy, piscine abominations, skulking beneath the surface, their gelatinous, depths forms writhing, akin to some perversely, marine, infernal mockery of a waltz.

In this eerie aquiline lacustrine domain this being reigns supreme an anathema, a brobdingnagian female personification of these dark bubbling benthic, viscous, and malevolent sentience, a monstrous xenophobic quintessentially wraithlike entity, forever doomed to haunt the twilight, abyssal, and dreamlike shores of the lake of human mines.

In the cemetery a crescent star stream of silver, unleashes a fury of this vermillion storm,

thus enact the ghastly gyre of the grave,

velvet vault of the vampyre,

sealing with a cryptic caress of the damned,

now echo these whispering walls of wickedness, binding me to this gilded cage of deceit.

Fore the abattoir hymn of sickles whistle,

a dirge on my soul’s midnight mirage of dreams, tendrils of necromantic lips brush thy bosom,

as it grants me rapturous rhapsody of unbridled bliss from within.

Elongate and transition from the shimmer of quicksilver,

grasp and gavotte losing you in the twirl of shards,

orbs solar flare waxing drips countenance in the oculus,

snarl like grin crosses my visage like nightshade,

bursting bulbs as light shuts off.

under the kissed plage of la lune

chops symphony of crashing waves hypnotic,

hip sway nocturnal ballet sea, cryptic enigma

call resonating the marrow of my cranium

she was, an apparition of calamitous beauty

Medusa of gilded serpents

skin, a luminous, lips brush lunar light

twin astral orbs glowed with a frigid brilliance

she crooned a melody enchantment

voice a zephyr's caress

feet, ensnared in a velvet

yearning to be nearer to the siren

consumed by her pulchritude

her bewitching aria

gaze, a magnetic force

ensnared me

drawing me closer

until I found myself at Neptune's doorstep

briny froth of the sea nipping at my heels

her voice, susurrus in the wind

promised both ecstasy and torment

shrouded by abattoir hymn of penetration

pulsating in rhythm with the ocean's cadence

surrender washed over me, readiness to submit

the siren's song swelled to its zenith

felt myself being drawn into the aquatic embrace

form yielding to the undulating waves

deeper into the obsidian night

shackled to the siren's will

until my form disappeared

lost in the fathomless depths

beach, bathed in moonlight, lay deserted,

only gentle whisper of the waves

sunrise, a flock of seagull take flight

revealing footprints leading into the cerulean

where they vanish and the tide chops to recede

piece of tattered rag floats

the same color I was last seen wearing

it is plunged beneath, she’s watching

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