Ever walk down a corridor and notice the walls whispering your future? No? Just me then? Well, sometimes time corridors do that, with walls made of past decisions echoing into the present.
Imagine hearing the soft, beneficial whispers of time as they twist your path, like vines of thought, wrapping around ideas you never knew you needed. Creepy? Kind of. Cool? Absolutely.
Step lightly, because in these corridors, every sound, every flicker of non-existent light, holds a story. And every step counts, even if it seems pointless now. But isn’t that delightful noise just what we crave?
The walls don’t really talk, but they hum a tune of regret and joy, like a song stuck in your head after a dream. Sometimes, I think they know more than we do. And maybe that's the true corridor noise, whispering sweet nothings that are anything but.