Amore-Vastitas House: The Lover’s Final Embrace
The moment the heavy, bronze-plated door to Amore-Vastitas House was carefully pushed open, the air rushed out—cold, dense, and heavy with the pervasive, unsettling odor of dry silk, mineral dust, and the sharp scent of heavy metals. The name, combining love/affection with vastness/emptiness, perfectly captured the manor’s function: a physical space dedicated to achieving the ultimate truth of emotion, now embodying its own absolute termination of feeling. This abandoned Victorian house was structured not for ordinary living, but for unwavering, controlled sentiment, its internal layout a bewildering maze of small, isolated empathy testing cells, soundproofed communication booths, and meticulously designed physiological monitors intended to eliminate all external variables that might corrupt a pure emotional state.
The final inhabitant was Devotee Mistress Cordis Zero, a brilliant, but intensely reclusive master lover and affective theorist of the late 19th century. Mistress Cordis’s profession was the study of passion, intimacy, and the nature of selfless devotion, seeking to codify a single, unified, and perfectly consistent definition of love that was free of all need, possessiveness, or subjective desire. Her singular obsession, however, was the creation of the ‘Zero Love’—a single, perfect, flawless emotional state that would, through the absolute synthesis of all known psychological principles, reveal the ultimate, objective truth of connection, free of all joy, pain, or measurable response. After realizing that the very act of feeling love required attachment and the vulnerability of loss, proving that absolute, independent, and secure devotion was impossible, shattering her faith in fixed emotional truth, she retreated to the manor. She dedicated her final years to resolving this single, terrifying goal, believing that the only way to achieve the Zero Love was to understand the ultimate absence of all feeling. Her personality was intensely systematic, fearful of inconsistency, and utterly consumed by the pursuit of emotional finality.
The Attachment Chamber
Mistress Cordis’s mania culminated in the Attachment Chamber. This secure, sealed room was where she spent her final days, not loving, but deconstructing the act of caring itself, attempting to define the ultimate objectivity by isolating the point that offered no detectable emotional reaction. Her journals, written in a cramped, precise hand that eventually gave way to complex equations concerning non-affective resonance and the theoretical limits of absolute emotional indifference, were found sealed inside a hollow metal music box. She stopped trying to define the perfect bond and began trying to define the un-felt, concluding that the only way to achieve the Zero Love was to eliminate the need for any emotion whatsoever. “The joy is a liability; the sorrow is a risk,” one entry read. “The final embrace requires the complete surrender of all feeling and all vulnerability. The truth must be a single, self-evident, unstated conclusion, contained in a fundamental, perfect void.”
The house preserves her systematic rigor structurally. Many internal passages are fitted with small, precisely calibrated humidity controls and air purification systems built into the walls, now all rusted and frozen, remnants of her attempts to create a universal, absolutely fixed and non-reactive environment for dispassionate contemplation.
The Final Sentiment in the Abandoned Victorian House
Devotee Mistress Cordis Zero was last heard working in her chamber, followed by a sudden, intense sound of heavy platinum crushing and velvet tearing (from the ring and the pedestal) and then immediate, profound silence. She did not leave the manor. The next morning, the chamber was cold, the Attachment Chamber sealed, and the woman was gone. No body was found, and the only evidence was the singular, physical alteration to her final philosophical work.
The ultimate chilling clue is the small hole in the silk satin. It is the final sentiment—the Zero Love achieved, representing the cessation of all affective existence and the perfect, objective truth found in a single, un-dimensioned point of pure, absolute nothingness. The broken compass and blank silk ensure no further attempt could be made to chart the flawed, felt world. This abandoned Victorian House, with its silent chambers and broken tools, stands as a cold, imposing testament to the master lover who pursued the ultimate, pure form of emotion, and who, in the end, may have successfully defined the Perfect Non-Feeling, vanishing into the un-cared, objective finality that she engineered as her final, terrifying statement of pure existence.
