Opulent

The chamber once sprawled without the comfort of softness. Each step would echo off the cruel marble without sympathy for the churn of my blood taunts as it yearns to fluidly move free. Ornate tapestries drape with the audacity of age wrapped in dust, the grime of centuries of shed skin from victim and pillager alike looking to find a similar in the lulling breeze. From my earliest, these fibers dazzled eyes with wonder naive to spark waves of illumination that rippled in imagination until I never found myself alone inside the sanctum of voice made flesh. Despite the haunt of lunacy, I build a new loom in darkness to keep proximity narrow yet focused true upon urgent threads checkered in design coercive in my mind before clacking into code.