Cries Of Destiny

I stood in an ancient hallway, damaged by the ruthless time, but at the same time, I could smell the metallic scent of the blood poured to make every detail perfect, and the saltiness of their tears and sweat made my nose itchy. Darkness awaited at the end of the eternal hallway, the ruthless wood scraping my feet as I walked only disturbed by my own thoughts.

The light flickers constantly, creating a dark and eerie atmosphere. I could feel the hands of many faceless creatures trying to drag me down below, where the forgotten dwelled. The nameless. Those who were hated by fate, and lost their identity.

It became harder to walk, and breathing was something that required more effort than usual. The more I got enveloped by the darkness, the more paranoid I got.