the passage
the corridor was not built, but grown, a ribcage of a long-dead leviathan. each arch was a perfect, repeating echo of the one before it, a hypnotic path leading to a wall of pure, undifferentiated light. she walked towards it, a simple silhouette, her purpose unreadable. she was a single, dark data point moving through a vast, silent architecture. a traveler at the final gate, about to step from the known geometry of the passage into the brilliant, formless unknown.
the passage
the corridor was not built, but grown, a ribcage of a long-dead leviathan. each arch was a perfect, repeating echo of the one before it, a hypnotic path leading to a wall of pure, undifferentiated light. she walked towards it, a simple silhouette, her purpose unreadable. she was a single, dark data point moving through a vast, silent architecture. a traveler at the final gate, about to step from the known geometry of the passage into the brilliant, formless unknown.