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~~S☼nl┼ght Def۞ct?~~ · **11-23-2014, 10:04 AM**

The camera shutters flick down and then up repeatedly, revealing a misty room, with cracked concrete walls being strangled by Ivy. As the view shifts from along the ugly wall, it turns its attention to what seems like a window that is also fogged up. What lies behind the window is hard to see, but as the camera zooms in it becomes apparent that is in fact a large room, the floor covered in melted wax.

However, that is not the only thing that is in this mysterious room. There is also an old television set. One that you would see in maybe the 80's or early 90's. On top of that dusty TV, there is a CD, slowly slipping off the edge, before being consumed in a maelstrom of wax, swallowing it up. The camera catches one glimpse of the CD cover before it is entirely submerged into the melted wax.

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Again, the camera pans out, as the heavy breathing of the cameraman becomes increasingly obvious. It would almost be like he is being forced to film. No, for I am not like that. I do not force others to do things in order to aid me out of pure and utter selfishness. Gilmour. The camera becomes a bit shaky, as the the echo of his footsteps boom around the room. The camera pans up to the adjacent room's ceiling. There is a noose, with a body dangling from it. At first glance, it would look like Maria Brink, but no, it is not. Take a good look Gilmour, you might remember this woman. The body is one of the female backup dancers from the recent In This Moment concert in New York.

Suddenly the TV turns on, the camera quickly panning down to it. Then, the following video starts to play, it looks like a recording from earlier in the day.