Fading corridor

You don’t realize the corridor is stretching until you try to turn back. The walls, lined with what you thought were heavy drapes, begin to ripple and blur, closing in with a rhythmic, suffocating motion. Up ahead, a cold, clinical light offers the illusion of an exit, but the floor beneath you dissolves into a deep, violet void. Step carefully—the fabric of this place remembers everyone who tried to run.