There we go. Again.

I stared at the ceiling. Pointed arches of its gothic architecture looms above, light shone from each stained glass window.

The corridor. I register my surroundings.

I came back every time, just to find the place empty. No one's here, not even my loved ones.

In retrospect, I shouldn't have done that.

A sense of dread exchanged for some moments of safety. Constantly haunted by the past, unable to move on to the future.

I loathe it.

Constantly walking, alone down the asphalt.

Piano sounds resonate in this corridor. For how long? Who played?

I can only keep walking.

Walk without the tired need to rest or eat. Walk until I fall, I die, then it’ll be all over again.

I look up, where is the end?

Is this some sort of punishment?

I ponder the thoughts as my feet carry me. I could ask no one.

The sound of my footsteps resonates in this corridor. And I walk, far far away.

Until I become a mere silhouette, and I'll fade.

Then again...