Reflections of Doubt

The path ahead is narrow, paved with shadows and the weight of forgotten choices.

Lights flicker like dying stars, casting long, jagged shapes across the cold,

damp concrete walls. In every puddle, I see a reflection not of myself,

but of the doubts I carry. Time slows down here, stretching every breath

into an eternity of silence and film grain. The corridor feels endless,

a cinematic loop of fear and the hope for a distant exit.