Lyrics
## A non-euclidean stairwell descending into the Underneath, ## where geometry folds and distances lie. Steps shift, loops form, ## and losing orientation happens fast. ## ## Environmental dangers include unstable paths, total darkness beyond the ## descent, and reflections that mislead direction. Sound travels too well, echoing far ## beyond its source. ## ## From below, gurgling, wet laughter and scraping can be heard. No entity has been ## seen, but movement is implied in the dark. The closer you get, the louder it ## becomes. ## ## No confirmed safe food or resources. No reliable exit once you descend. ## Remaining within sight of the stairs is the only known chance of returning. ## ## MV 23.04.2026 ## https://youtu.be/sIEMYHKzOFw the walls lean wrong (not built for us) every step rings out (too loud) brick curves inward then opens too wide paths narrow to threads over nothing light cuts through windows white without outside (don’t look) the echo remembers me before I move (too soon) something scratches behind the bricks (no source) it follows sound not shape (stay quiet) don’t fall, don’t slip don’t answer the light don’t look, don’t speak don’t make yourself known there’s something below (it’s waiting) there’s something below (it hears) floor breaks mid-step like it forgot itself thin lines of safety over open drop I balance on edges that weren’t meant to hold (too narrow) the air carries me to something listening (don’t breathe) a sealed can left intact (probably safe) I found the stairs (or they found me) they go down without ending dark spills upward like it’s alive (it sees) the sound is louder here closer (too close) gurgling voices in broken rhythm (not human) laughter bends around the walls (no direction) don’t descend, don’t test don’t follow the pull don’t map, don’t trust don’t lose the stairs no one returns (no one) no one returns (no one) dust and rot press into lungs rooms fold into rooms no pattern holds the light dies fast the dark stays (always) something moves without moving (next to me) the dark isn’t empty (it feeds) the dark isn’t space (it keeps) the dark isn’t hiding (it is) don’t forget the stairs (don’t lose it) don’t lose the stairs (don’t lose it) I turned once just once (it’s gone) the upper still exists (somewhere) but I’m already underneath