The Night Is Calling

Their lies are honey laced with poison. They promise me, if I follow them, everything will be alright.

They are leading me into the gates of hell, and I am too weak to stop them as they pull me along.


Their manic grins glare at me through every single crack as I feel my mind slowly deteriorate, I can feel the puppet master pull at my strings

No rest for the angels, no hope for the optimistic.

-Phoenix

help. they won't stop yelling, they won't stop taunting. 

Alien Architecture, Eldritch Prison

I followed the voices' directions, walked through a door to the basement of my house, and now I'm in some bizarre location. The door I walked through has disappeared, so it looks as though I'm trapped in this eldritch prison. There is nothing useful here, nor is there any opening to the outside world.

Could this be where Phoenix is located? In some other prison somewhere in this alien world?

Maybe there's a clue hidden somewhere in this Hell.

Khronos

there is no turning back now