BurnedSmackdown

 Murkoff Psychiatrics Honey soaked sunbeams weaved their way through tempered glass, and pressed their radiant influence into whatever stone or fiber they touched. The light chased away the murk and gloom, it brought focus and executed its order unto a world that had been swamped by chaos for a brief but violent length of time. Even the long dark corridors I had left behind were now empty and silent, the drafts faltered between a fragile chill or the overbearing wraith of the light. The only indication of what I had left was the dilapidated hall I exited, and the soggy corpses that lay in my wake. I couldn't bring myself to move immediately