A small sign adorned with scraps of musical notes and a singular piece of wheat welcomes you to this site of memorial. Theres not enough room to stand, but you can crawl and lie down comfortably here. The walls are covered with aged relics and pictures in odd frames. This life laid bare is full of embellished narratives, sensitively expressed figurations, and cherished objects, now cracking and rugged with age.
Your contemplation is weighed down by the musty air around you, which has now invaded every crevice of your form. Every breath you take replaces healthy air with wet basement fog. As you acclimate to your new environment you imagine that soon, you will be mist.