𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓 0000

The memory has drifted far from what actually happened, the distance too far to estimate, a wide gulf between the true colors and the greens and blues I now see. The darkness and the grey billowing out from it. I drift over marble floors, jungle canopies, heat stripped from me at one turn, piercing me the next. The hallway stretches before me, and it's so cold. Somehow all of these spirits fit in this one place.