The Silent Room

You enter a long low room lit only by flickering candlelight. The plaster is peeling off the walls, and the air is moist. In one corner is a solitory mop with a wooden handle. The wood is polished to a bright sheen and contrasts with the rest of the room. A single flower grows below it, some type of wead it seems.

You notice your footsteps make no noise and it seems as if sound itself is banished in this room. However, when you speak, your words show up on the opposite wall in glowing letters and then fade away.


Welcome to the Silent Room. Enjoy your stay. -- Silence




(Edited by: silence on Thu 01-May-2003)