hug
A deep bass grinding noise, perceptible through the bones more than the ears, seems to emanate from the stone walls of the room. Or is it coming from through the ceiling? It isn’t worth figuring out. Better to move on while you’re still lucid.
Three objects are scattered on the cold floor.
Atop a pile of scorched carpet, a sole, handmade bag
A pair of socks, heels worn through.
And in the middle of a sharp, major triad of columns: three tarnished bells.
It’s all a clue. We once knew the answer but it’s slipping further away the more times we go around…
Best that you make the choice.