You hear that?
The distant rumble, to which caresses each step we make? Always in lead to it?
The Chasm. A beautiful, deadly imagery. A walkway, meant to part the middle. Look from side to side, the current acting like a nature-cast yin and yang. To the left, lies the smooth, gentle waters. Only in a ripple when a drop pierces it's surface.
But over, right, can't you see the change?
Here, rocks jut from god knows where below the frothy water's surface, creating the illusion of rapids. The mouth of a waterfall, with an inconsistent spray that coats your form, and warns you to keep a well thought out distance. Some attitude, huh?
Oh, but protection is included, my dears. For the only reason one of you suicidal kittens hasn't tried anything, is because of the barrier. A wrought iron railing, cylindrical in horizontal, and vertical stocks.
So, why do I dare show you this? What on earth is the point of this?
Weeeeeeeeeeeeell, look to the frontal part of the area. There lies a doorway, leading to a room. Walls reduced to stained, tan cement, cracks having no specific alignment, and quite frequent. But tables light the fire. As does the ball of reflective squares priced side by side, forming a sphere. Disco dancin, baby!
A DJ table engulfs the back wall in black plaster, and iron. Web of wires jutting from the right side, and connecting to an extension cord bearing many slots. No touchy!
Last, landing the tour, is a corridor. We like to chide, and mess around. Fighting... Affection... Ya know, getting touchy feely. There is where the shadows will welcome you. Swallowing whatever actions ever present from now, till this place falls.
Do enjoy. I know I will
*Chuckles darkly*.