In a heart-shaped box, a mother keeps her children’s teeth. She walks through a hallway, it is dark, gloomy, eerie even. She walks pasts doors that lead to rows of beds and to the end of the hallway lies a door. darkness creeps up and engulfs the torches flame. Shadows grow.

• • • The sun rises early, but shadow still lurks like a wickedness of heart. All children rise for breakfast, except one, no injuries visible but all teeth are missing. Flames of darkness swell and burn the scene disappears into a memory of none.