Solitary Passage
Reflection
In the vast, grid-lit hall, a lone figure wanders, suitcase in hand, a silhouette against the sea of pillars.
The path stretches out, a journey through the infinite.
Shadows dance upon the floor, a dark echo of the steps taken.
The air is thick with the weight of decision, each step a choice, each choice a path.
The traveler is drawn to the light, a beacon in the distance, a promise of what lies ahead.
The grid, a labyrinth of possibilities, a test of resolve.
In this moment, the journey is all that exists, a solitary passage through the infinite.