The hall was empty when I slipped into it, and I grabbed onto the Fortuna coin once more as I tried to decide which way to go. Left felt luckier, though it was the way we’d come from, and I quietly crept down the hall. I continued on like that, holding onto the coin and letting it guide me, always following my first instinct.
Darkness colors the small confinements of our purgatory
Drowning shadows with its thickness
Laughter bouncing off the plastic
Sisters traveling across the cotton cloud
Whispers telling secrets to the air
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