Usually peppy and energetic soul is feeling under the weather. Why is it raining on me? Is it 'cause I lied when I was seventeen?

Jay wanders from one darkened room to another, flicking the dusty lightswitches, knowing they won't present him with the light he so desperately craves. He avoids the decaying walls, their faded graffiti akin to a warning. He eventually senses fresh air... perhaps light? Who knows, the air is less dusty, the floor strewn with leaves now. Jay continues on his way, looking for an end to his perpetual labyrinth.
Unknown "DO NOT BUY!" Sleepy - 18 years, 1 month, 2 days ago