In the busier space of a city, an elderly hotel resides, its gold plated door hinges rusting and its wooden floorboards in a state of disrepair. While it's open for business, there never seems to be any vacancies available. The staircase leading to the rooms upstairs are locked away, and the only other way is to get up through a creaking elevator with gates for doors and a lever for buttons.624Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMHFRf2Sozi
The floors do not exist.
Not in this time period, at least. Everyday an operator will go up to check on the residence in their rooms, entering different decades starting from the Regency to the Roaring Twenties, to the 1950's, then to the 2000's. Everything remains constant, in the hotel. While time passes by them, the residence remain immortal, trapped in the vicious cycle of vice that kept them there. They have no past. They have no future. Anyone who enters is destined to stay for the rest of eternity.
The hotel is opening a new floor. They are bringing in new guests.
There's a vacancy, and you're cordially invited to fill it.
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(Not even sure if this is appropriate, but I thought it'd be cool to see.)
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