You ever stop and think how every hallway's a choice? Yeah, like those places you find yourself walking through when you're daydreaming or after a long conversation with yourself.
I was lost in one, I think, yesterday. Or maybe it was this morning? Time gets fuzzy when you follow the echoes and they start leading you somewhere different than where you expected.
"Is that a hidden door...?" she murmured, tracing her fingers along the cool wall, feeling for the beats of a heartbeat she had yet to discover.
There's a certain kind of magic in imagining the history of each hallway. The footprints that left an imprint in the dust, the stories whispered between breaths as shadows danced on walls.
Look, if you ever find yourself in a corridor, just remember: it's not just a place connecting two rooms. It's a living story, waiting for someone to listen. What's your story today?