The hallway was long, impossibly so, with shadows dancing just out of view.
"We are getting fragmented signal...origin unknown..." echoed an unseen speaker.
Signals intertwine amidst the softly humming lights. Flickering, almost taunting. Ceaseless.
"Do you hear them?" Asks the voice, trembling in uncertainty. It’s not a question, it's a beacon.
The faint patter of steps creates rhythmic syncopations against the tiled floor—an invisible companion. The corridor's voice, a mechanical heartbeat, is reassuring yet enigmatic. You feel echoes of past migrations, restless spirits in the threads of time and space.
The entity shifts. Unclear if corporeal or abstract, leaving trails of luminescence flickering in its wake. The shadows elongate, reflecting whispered tales of distant stars, echoing messages to decode.
"Latitude...confirmation...stellar debris..." the chorus continues, growing ever more layered, complex.
With each step, the silhouette becomes more defined, an outline destined to converge or diverge, slowly unraveling its purpose.
A sense of urgency pulses from within the walls, as if the alignment of parallel universes hinged upon this solitary passage.