the foyer. a sniff brings fragrance of sandalwood and mycelium, curled parchment, and the reminder o

the foyer. a sniff brings fragrance of sandalwood and mycelium, curled parchment, and the reminder of dust, though there is none. things not alive, but not un-alive, click and croon within their bearings. pin has dozed away. the plants die when she exhales, then flourish upon inhale. she is unsurprised when her pupils open and you are in them. where does your dream end, and mine begin? she asks, but her mouth never moves.