When I first arrived here I thought it wasn’t where I was meant to be. I was terrified. The long dark halls, the constant screams, fire everywhere shining way too bright at all hours. I didn’t know what to do. I felt stuck for so long, in this place of darkness and torture. I tried everything I could think of to get out of hell and return to the gates of heaven. Until one day, I just stopped. I stopped because the fires suddenly felt warm and safe. The screams sounded like a symphony that only I could understand. The dark halls went from a labyrinth of confusion to a labyrinth of protection and safety. I was so confused. Why had this place of death and endless torture and suffering become so welcoming and safe. That’s when I realized, I felt free. Free to let all my secrets and inner demons show themselves whenever to whoever, and knew I wouldn’t be judged for them. I could do whatever I pleased. Whether it was a dark and twisted fantasy or a relaxing urge I had, it didn’t matter. I realized I was more at home here then I ever had been out i the real world.