The corridor was wide and long, yet confined. Its walls, a tapestry of whispers and echoes, spun tales of old mourning. Step after step cried out in hypnotic rhythm, a melody no ear alive could discern. Trapped in the cycle, a path of lost souls traced and retraced.
In the deepest void, where light feared to tread, pendulums of dark thoughts hung heavy. A myriad of voices intertwined in a haunting harmony, forever singing of solitude and the embrace of time. Reach towards the abyss and let go...