[ WP ] A hidden elevator is found behind a fake wall in a basement .

Once upon a time, as tales often do start, there was a lonely, friendless satyr who dwelled in the subterranean land of Parth. This satyr lacked the horns of his people and so all creatures of Parth treated him like an outcast, even the vicious fey who were the lowest caste shunned him for his disfigurement. A satyr without horns was cursed by the gods and destined for misfortune. 
 
 The unhorned one, as the people called him grew up in solitude, preferring the pursuit of the mind over his races usual profession of death seeker. All his life the unhorned one had dreamed of a world that was n't his own, one where the gods did n't scorn nor did they subjugate. A world where the gods simply did not care. So the unhorned one decided to climb to heights that were above even the gods themselves in order to live the life he wanted. 
 
 Years passed and the unhorned one worked in solitude at the outskirts of his home village, building a device that would let him ascend. Even more years passed before the unhorned one finished his task. To him it was beautiful, sleek and silver, unlike the craggy rock formations of Parth, it had a simple elegance that shine brightly in the face of the monochromatic world that he should have been able to call home. 
 
 Then, on the day of completion everything changed. The device chimed and the doors slid open. 
 
 Lilith had been exploring the basement of the her old house trying to find something that would jog her memories from before her accident. Sincr the accident she had remembered her mothers face, her birthday, some everyday habits, and the location of the house she grew up in. Upon relearning about the house she set out to find the answers to the questions that had not even been formed in her chest, it was as if something had burned inside her stomach and left without a trace, only the ghost of a memory remained to give evidence. 
 
 The setting sun had cast the upper floors afire, orange and red, the shadows dancing an unseen dance just out of sight. Ghostly laughter echoed in her mind, ethereal forms of children ran past her peripherals, tugging her focus this way and that. The basement was different. No ghosts danced here, no half hidden memories to taunt the ignorant, only silence remained. A stifling, wounded silence that spoke volumes to the inner hurt within Lilith. 
 
 She passed over the bare floor. Her shoes clomped and her clothes swished in defiance of the silence around her while she moved toward a wall that seemed out of place. 
 
 A simple button, red, glowed on the wall as it begged to be pressed simply to fulfill some sort of morbid curiosity present within all people. And so Lilith extended a slender hand, index finger extended, and pressed the button. 
 
 Like a grumbling monolith of forgotten times, the wall parted down the middle. The deeper darkness behind the wall drank the ambient light in large greedy gulps. Coming to a rest the wall settled once more into its dark slumber leaving Lilith staring at a sleek chrome elevator that seemed starkly out of place. Silently the doors slip open and a light flickered on within the elevator itself. 
 
 Lilith wondered where the music coming from the elevator came from, and that struck her as odd. She did n't question the presence of the button, nor did she balk at the out of place elevator. What threw her off was the eerie music that defied standard definition, it was n't music of any kind she had heard before, yet it was distinctly music none the less. 
 
 Lilith gave a slight pause for thought concerning the wisdom of what she was about to do then decided to throw caution to the wind as she stepped into the elevator. 
 
 A single arrow was the only interactive object inside. It pointed down. Once again Lilith hesitated, then gathered her nerve and took the plunge. 
 
 Hours later something chimed and the doors opened once again.
