Clocks ticked on the walls, all synced to the same second.
The front door slammed shut. The windows, once clear, filled with the crushing blackness of the abyss. The house wasn't a building; it was a lure. La casa de las profundidades
Every painting in the hallway showed Aris at different stages of her life—even ones that hadn't happened yet. Clocks ticked on the walls, all synced to the same second