The skies shine a crimson red. Across the skies no cloud is seen yet it pours tears of blood, showering the dark city in red. The pitter patter of the crimson shower echoed down the alley. The long dark passage was narrow as a knife, little space to be had. The walls seemingly crushing ones lungs as they stare. Insects crawl among the crevice. Roaches and flies crawl amongs the presence of rotting flesh bodies in the crevice. Soon the sky rumbles. The skies become enveloped in a shodowy veil. The crimson moon soon disappears from sight as the dark curtain blankets the city. The light vanish and darkness takes hold. The sounds become silent. Nothing is heard but your own heartbeat as you realize you can not breathe. You feel that death may be taking hold but you can not tell. Soon a sound comes forth. A voice of a twisted and demonic nature, whispering in your ear. "The dark is not real but is indeed surreal." Your heart beats fast as the voice echoes around you in the dark. "You see the fears that inhabit your mind and you run from the horrors you find" The voice slowly comes closer as it speaks, almost surrounding you in the echoes of it. "Though you run and hide you slip and slide" Soon the voice is nearly next to your ears, ringing inside them. "For you see it's an illusion lieu, a dream created by you." You soon realize that the voice was coming from your own mind instead. It was a part of you. It calmed you. "Soon you shall awaken from the horror you dreamed, and reality will not be all it seemed. For all the darkness you have thought, in reality is what you sought. For in this city is only tears, here in the City of Fears."
