The metal door of the Midnight Room sits ajar and has been coated, twice for neatness, a primer gray. "No. 12" is painted on it prominently in a flowing and calligraphic hand. Half the walls inside are crowded with almost meaningless graffiti, and every other wall is mirrored, reflecting the frantic paint within. Table lamps on the floor create a million tricks of the light, transferring in prisms through the quicksilver into which even the furniture has been dipped. An abyss-like funhouse, no matter what time of day it is anywhere else, it's always Midnight in here. This is Gradient's room.
music playing in this room
living here
ABOUT GRADIENT GRAY
The Midnight Room is a place we gather to spit theory and postulate the meaning of existence. Every idea and all debate welcome.
the philosophy of the gray family
Evelyn turns into a zombie and eats Adam from the inside out.