A Brain Bleed Arrow Pointing Left

take a look around and you will find my head sitting in the middle of the floor not thinking the rest of my body is strangely intact, surprising the present, dark company due to the way that i interact the seasons have all been abolished, and the rulebook bleeds from the many sharp shards of glass that always give it a cold welcome all corners are haunted with great and specific attention to detail all of the space has been gobbled up and spat out because the the simple fact that the taste matches the grimy grimace of the modern world take a right turn and you will fall and die immediately from the brain bleed from the head trauma as a direct result of the fact that all turns are left ones