Room 217
“The silence pressed its hand against my chest and asked if I remembered her name. I lied.”
– L.M.
Room 304
“The wallpaper whispered something as I passed, but I think it was meant for someone else.”
– No name given
Room 113
“I only came to return the key. I didn’t expect the door to open.”
– V.
The Mirror Suite
“I saw my reflection smile before I did.”
– Guest declined to sign
The shelves are quiet.
No bells above the door. No clerk behind the counter.
But a few items have been left for you—quietly.
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Everything there was left with care.
Artifacts (Coming Soon)
Curated items from the Hotel may appear here:
objects with weight, scent, texture.
For now, only dust and echoes remain
Quiet, even now. As if she just left.
-The Caretaker
Some dances never begin.
Others never end.
—The Caretaker
It lasted seconds.
He’ll remember it forever.
—The Caretaker
No voice, no name, no breath, no light,
Just cruel wanting, alone in the night.
She never looked back.
But he remembers
every turn of her head.
– The Caretaker
I can’t let go, though she’s only a dream.
Enthralled, lost in the spark of her eyes,
An unguarded glint in the curve of her lip.
She was never fully there.
But neither was he.
– The Caretaker
Her fingers lightly graze my skin,
Velvet shiver, silken fire.
I feel it still, I always will—
She's like the dream I’ll never hold.
Swallowed the words, and they burned through the bone.
You never heard—now I’m rusted and cold.
She left nothing behind.
But he never stopped looking.
—The Caretaker
Never Yours.
It Wasn't Real.
This Isn't Yours.
You Don't Know Me.
Walk Away.
“She never looked back.
Not even once.”
—The Caretaker
I thought finding you might be enough.