you enter here.

you want to decompress. You do the only thing youve done in times of need

you put on a green dress, as you start to slowly dance

the music blares over the speakers within the room

you spin and twirl, as vines surround the room

you snap, as another you appears

you spin around with it, dancing romantically as it disappears

more.. slugs appear

all constructions of memories of your victims

all the people YOU killed in a fit or rage.

the room is filled with a pantheon of the dancing dead

you spin and spin, being carried within the air as you drop into the middle of the floor

a figure appears.. and.. its your mother

she grabs your hand, as she spins you around

everyone watches as you tear up, you spin around and around, skipping into the air with her until you both fall onto the ground.

more tears puddle down your eyes, as you sway to the melody with your dear mother

she smiles at you, as you smile back

with one last spin

she blossoms into a bed of flowers, beautiful, exotic flowers.

you fall down onto the bed of flowers, as everyone watches you

you cry in the bed of flowers, sorrowful of your lost mother.

after a bit, you feel better. Your frustrations are gone