The corridor stretched endlessly, each layer of shadow folding into the next. You walked forward, though it felt less like moving and more like being drawn. The air was dense, vibrating with something unspoken, until finally your eyes settled on it, a single, burning point ahead.
It pulsed, warm at its heart, glowing orange and gold, then dissolving into cooler blues and pale white. The darkness around it did not threaten. It shaped the light, held it steady, gave it weight.
You stopped, unable to tell if you were at the beginning of something or at its end. The light did not answer. It only invited you closer.
And so you lingered at the threshold, between black and brilliance, between the quiet certainty of shadow and the unknown horizon that waited inside the glow.
Rodeyo
