knot
We’re hungry. Do you have anything you could spare? It’s hard to remember the last time we ate. It’s hard to remember anything but this vague discontent which manifests in different ways. Right now it’s these pangs in the stomach.
Maybe the next room will have something of substance. Something of sustenance. haha
Two timeworn steps lead up to a brightly painted door that hinges along its top.
Two other doors face each other, unremarkable besides their being completely identical: down to the dents around the doorknobs where the appear to have been struck with some force at one time.