Walls closing in, inky darkness, thoughts splinter into the void. What was that noise? Just the echo of yesterday's regrets, whispering through the cracks like a wind that carries untold secrets.
Do you see it? The shadow, stretching endlessly, devouring light. It mirrors your own, yet it feels alien. Is it friend or foe? A question without answer, murmured in shadows.
The walls breathe, exhaling memories forgotten. Countless stories trapped in this labyrinth of conscience. Your footsteps, a conversation with permanence. Where do they lead?
A voice echoes, a whisper from another time: "What if you turn back? What if...?" but those words evaporate, like mist in the morning sun, leaving only the silhouette, ever-present.
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