Escapism. Isolation. Imagination.
A bare and frightful place, falling apart at the seams, decay set in like a knife lodged in a heart, slowly killing it. The outside world forces its way in and seeps from the walls. The noises of the house slip through the cracks and the cold whips of wind lash at those occupying it. But to one blind to the real, it is not of this world. Leave behind your senses telling you the reality of the situation and embrace the fantasy laid before your hands, let the words of fiction wash over you and take your mind to the close, the far, the unfathomable and the untrue. Let me regale you with legends of nothing, myths that never were and stories of worlds close to our own, but not quite in existence. Be lied to and accept the lie, as it is better than the mundanity of the real world.