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They said the house was never built

It just… appeared…

Sinclair walked in…

And he never came out

Found it in the fog, four stories high

No doors the same, no reason why

Ceilings low, and the hallway bends

Like time itself don’t know where it ends

Blood on the mirror, pulse in the floor

He drew his gun, but there was no war

Just puzzles etched in rotting skin

And voices sayin’ (John, come in)

He followed Harlechryzz, that ghost in black

Should’ve turned around, should’ve never looked back

But pride is a lock, and death has a key

And the house feeds slow when you start to believe

The Puzzle House is breaking me

Every step makes me question my sanity

Walls breathe and whisper lies

And every door’s a new goodbye

I solved the maze, I missed the trick

This ain’t a house… it’s a crucifix

No holy ground, no second breath

Harlechryzz led me to my death

Rooms rearrange like living veins

Stained glass shows my childhood shame

Clock ticks backwards, ceiling’s low

And a girl with no eyes says, (You already know)

Cross in hand, faith like fire

But fire fades when the walls conspire

Each step forward? That’s a test

He lost his name inside that chest

He begged the floor, he called on light

But light don’t live in endless night

Harlechryzz just smiled and turned

And John forgot what he had learned

The Puzzle House is breaking me

Every step makes me question my sanity

Walls breathe and whisper lies

And every door’s a new goodbye

I solved the maze, I missed the trick

This ain’t a house… it’s a crucifix

No holy ground, no second breath

Harlechryzz led me to my death

I was the blade, I was the flame

Now I’m just a shadow without a name

My memories are keys turned wrong

And I’ve been screaming way too long

One more clue—one more lie

Every truth makes a piece of me die

Kick that door—tear that floor

But the walls ain’t walls, they’re wanting more

Take my eyes—drain my breath

This ain’t a house, it’s a test for death

Say his name—Harlechryzz

He smiled wide, then pushed me in

The Puzzle House is killing me

Brain on fire and no release

God won’t come, and Hell don’t care

There’s no escape from what waits there

I solved the maze, I missed the trick

This ain’t a house—it’s a crucifix

Harlechryzz smiled, and I just wept

John Sinclair died in one last step

He’s in the walls

Still turning

Still solving

Still screaming