Not a single indication.
Not even as they told you or as it seems to be.
Anti-clockwise, the arrows move towards your eyes.
How prude your virgin eyes! Disguised.
The guilt which starts a fire palpitates and screams.
The lure which feeds the fire invigorates a beam of light cold as ice, sharp as knife, hot as blood.
Some things are best left unexplained.
Some things are best left cold as ice, sharp as a knife, hot as blood.
It is now or never, then never shall it be.
In the corner of this room, where all your fears and horror began.
Strange voices are coming near, will eat you alive, will drive you insane.
Not a single indication.
Not even as they told you or as it may seem.
Some things are best left unexplained.
Some things are secrets and better be left untouched.
Some things are secrets and better be left untouched and unrevealed.
Some things are secrets and better be left.
Some things are secrets.
Some things are secrets.
Some things are secrets.
Eternally!
It is now or never, then never shall it be.

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