There, somewhere, is a place so familiar, that you've forgotten and you didn't even know. In this place is a building, decrepit, with walls well worn, built with the least experienced of hands. These hands, now gone, showed a tenderness in their craftsmanship, a love now forlorn as the walls Walls held up with the determination of creeping moss that spreads through the corners of the halls. Halls so sprawling as to confuse those who dare to come in and seek the treasures within These treasures hidden, repressed and no longer precious, a sentinel to those left behind. And these treasures you found within these halls bound by these godforsaken walls built by those who know, knew, and would never have Reside in a building beyond all paths That calls to you and all that you believe To compel you in, so you'll never leave.