The footfalls echoed endlessly on metal stairs, chasing their own beats down corridors that careen off walls glazed with forgotten dreams. The pitch shifts. Every whisper becomes a wail.
Do you remember the humming sigh of the labyrinth where walls twist, reshaping silhouettes? Follow the earthly tones and peer through pane-glass marbles encountering shadows of past. Instead of leading anywhere except back. Flip. Flip-book memory pages unravel but unlike the linear.