My Shroud by Bosse-de-Nage

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My Shroud by Bosse-de-Nage
Artwork by Gabrielle Colville Bosse-de-Nage - Further Still (2018) Post/Black Metal
I am old and filthy. My body is rotten. The disfiguration of my physique is so advanced that my appearance is practically unimaginable. Although my life began in a pit, a structure was erected above me many years ago. Now I dwell in its basement.
Nobody comes to see me. Rats and insects are my only companions. They tell me that the creators of the building under which I reside have sealed me in. I do not loathe them for this act, even though they replaced my once soft floor with a slab of concrete. Besides myself, the basement is totally empty. It is dark and musty. It serves no purpose. And yet the entire world is down here, the whole universe.
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Crux by Bosse-de-Nage
At the end of a hallway there are two closed doors which face each other. Between them, on a small table against the wall, the soft radiance of a lamp hollows out the gloom of that windowless region. It is known that the door to the left opens on a closet filled with junk, a collection of detritus so high and dense that it might never be explored completely. The other door leads to a room wherein dwells an accretion of loathsome utterances. But the crux of the matter is not to be found in the contents of the rooms or the doors, nor in the lamp or the hallway itself. No, the main thing is that I predicted them all. This place and its objects are exactly as they should be.
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Down Here by Bosse-de-Nage