『cyan perspective』
The air in the hallway was thick, almost tangible, as if the very environment were preventing me from moving forward. Erwing's back, which had long since vanished with the sharp thud of the closing door, seemed to be trying to take away the last trace of normalcy that remained in this place. My footsteps, though soft, echoed with a disturbing sound, as if the floor were composed of something more than simple flagstones. Each footstep was a reminder that I was entering unknown, unexplored, and dangerous territory.
Around me, the sinister aura spread like a thick fog, enveloping everything in its path. The walls, once plain and ordinary, now seemed to breathe, as if alive and watching my every move. The paintings hanging on them, once static, now seemed to move with the creaking of my footsteps. I felt the weight of their gaze, as if they were judging my presence, questioning my right to be here. But I couldn't stop. Not now.
