I’m in my old room on Coetivy. R has gone completely berserk—she is digging through my room for evidence of sexual conspiracy or even just evidence of sexuality from me. she comes after me violently, intent to kill me. i run out and survey my surroundings. i find another copy of our house, with a big open square arch for a door, and a stone portal inside. it strikes me that this whole situation was simulated by whoever put me in this weird facade of my old neighborhood, relieved. i enter the portal and find myself in a similar but degraded environment, and the cycle continues, finding my house and entering a portal, until i find an opening in the house to a dark, blacklit, damp sort of building or cave with bright glowing blue and magenta scrawls on every surface, and little scrawled creatures inside. this place feels safer than the last, but unknown
