This is 15-Minutes: Escherville

A challenge! A challenge from Jayps! Of course this was supposed to be due last Friday but alas, this cat was in a slow handbasket to hell at that time and I've only arrived now. Ah well, such a waste of a picture if I don't write up something about this.

So. As usual, rules apply: write to your hearts' content about the picture above, and all within 15-minutes. Ready? Get set, go...!

It stood in the middle of nowhere, the door.

The building that housed it had half-collapsed, the roof gone, the door a-jar.

But once past the door, the chamber was-- larger than it seemed.

Once inside the chamber, the horizon stretched to the brink of vision. But lights dotted the far land as waters of darkness lapped at the shores at your feet. If you would dip a hand into the waters, you would find the waters bitter and blood-warm. The shore itself was composed of red gravel-- not cement like the chamber-- but soft and giving under the feet.

Overhead, instead of a roof, the sky was a haze of purple and blue while a burnished sun burned dimly, giving enough light to see your surroundings. And the surroundings- ah!

Stairs leading to rooms crowded the entrance of the door. Blink once and you can see the stairs and rooms milling before the inner sea like lemmings on the brink of jumping. Blink twice and you can see the stairs and rooms populated the whole land.

The stairs were everywhere. They snaked its way through the rooms, climbing up and down, sideways, front and back, like a mad god's version of snakes and ladders.
The rooms-- numbering almost like a small city-- dotted the stairs like outposts, some as small as barrows, others as large as mansions. Some of the rooms had windows and doors in front and side, others on the roofs and their bottoms.

As you stand on the nameless shore, on the brink of the dark city, past the door of the roofless chamber, you will be forced to say:

"Yes. Welcome to Escherville."

And you will weep slow, mad tears.

Time's up!

Whew.

Hold the fort while I go for lunch, yes?

P.S. And just in case you want to know what the hell I'm talking about, take a peek here. But be careful, you just might go mad...