follow the signs

Don’t trust me when I say there’s nothing left here for you.
Follow the signs to a chamber decorated with memories
and traces of yesteryear.

At the corner of pain and pleasure, take a right,
where long narrow path leads to a forsaken castle
splayed out on a plateau.
When you see a man standing in front of a wooden door
looking at you with a pair of saddest eyes,
give him your biggest smile,
and he’ll tell you
where to find me.


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