( flickering flashes of faint light peeked out from under the doors. so many doors, all lining the endless hall. the carpet was rough under his feet. the wooden walls felt familiar yet he swore he had never seen them. at least... at least he thought he hadnt... things were never so clear lately... ) ( surely, one of these doors must be a way out. but there were so many... with no indication of what may lie behind them... he froze, uncertain, for the longest time. he waited, for some clarity, something to help him find his way back. anywhere but here ) ( behind him the door is gone, in front of him the hallway splits left and right, into darkness ) [ perhaps you ought to help him out ]
