PHOSP0R

Enter, if you dare. into the shifting labyrinth of a matchstick and a gust of wind. Smell the smoke that slither between walls. Feel the wind that runs through the breeze. Rules of the Abyss: The Spark ignites; seek, hide, or succumb. The Blow watches in silence; protect or perish. The Innocent drifts unaware; yet every choice writes your fate. Shadows move… not all are what they seem. Trust no echo, fear no reflection… or perhaps you should. A game of trust and betrayal. Play Well… at Your Own Risk. Beware the S, It smiles back. Phosp0r… te spectat. Silentium non est tutela. Phosp0r waits.