After all, if we were immortal most of us would doubtlessly watch T.V. and eat ice cream all day. That desperate desire to create something that will leave a lasting legacy for your beautiful soul. This room of the Asylum, however, does not look at the beautiful and romantic side of death. This is brutal reality. As you peek inside hesitantly, you are immediately overcome by the ever-present stench of decay.
Blood stains the carpet.
Various bodily tissues lie splattered on the windowless walls. Flies buzz about over the mutilated remains of the newly departed. A single dim bulb hangs from a cobweb covered cord in the center of the room, casting a grim, hollow light over the gruesome surroundings. You glance away, part of you wanting to run from this display of carnage, but another deep and primal part of you is filled with the adrenaline rush of curiosity. Choke back the fear, push open the door, and illuminate the truth of your own mortality.