I entered the city yesterday. It seems like another life in the outside walls.


As I entered the first circle it seemed much like the outside world – nature, sunshine, small buildings – but I wanted to get to the innermost circle.


As I found the wall to the second circle, a doorframe appeared traced out, and I walked through. And the second circle was much the same like the first circle and like the outside world.

I did not relent and found the third entrance. The city of the third circle again was similar, but a little darker, less stuff, more sparse. Far quieter.

The segue through entrances continued to where I am now – inside the eighth circle. I am constricted, it is pitch black and my breathing is growing ever more stilted.