There was once an impossible house with an impossible number of rooms.
Each room held a memory, each memory had a door, each door a lock with a separate key.
Since So many keys could not fit a single ring, the homeowner elected to burn the building down.
As the past burnt around them, they stood by the front door.
Neither moon nor star shone on this night.
The only light to guide them, would be the flames they leave behind them, whilst walking away from the growing blaze into a dark cold night.
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