Doors Verse (doorsverse) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-02-21 00:16:00 |
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The evening of the 21st, every journal - be it a phone, a notebook, a tablet or a diary - blanks out entirely, leaving only one thing behind: The Passages Hotel is opening, February 21st, midnight. More instructions follow, cryptic things about ensuring one brings their key along, and explaining that the doors will open, but cannot be crossed until a week after the Las Vegas resident has entered the hotel. The hotel itself is a creature of a bygone age, old and dusty, but it is furnished for the event. The lights all flicker (candle, not electric), and each door along its many hallways has a flickering sconce beside it. Sometimes, the sconces fall dark, but they come alive again without warning. It is the way of the hotel. The darkened stairs are dusty and filled with shadows that appear and disappear in the shifting light of the sconces. From the main landing of the grand staircase, one can look out on the fallen garden, in which shapes sometimes move. The pool is filled with water once more, and there are strains of classical music, 1920s jazz, modern rock and futuristic tones throughout the hotel, depending on which door a person is near. The scents vary too - now the faint musk and rot of thick vegetation, now the light sting of windswept desert, now city exhaust fumes, now the scent of curling incense and hot water poured over steaming tea leaves. The doors themselves adopt different shapes, according to the viewer and the world behind each. Yes, the hotel is truly a place of fallen grandeur and strange variety, never letting its guests forget who they are, or where they have yet to go. |