Before you is a dimly lit corridor illuminated with neon splashes of light.
To the left, there’s a single, solitary doorway.
Dead ahead: inky blackness spilling into the void at untold depths.
It’s a good thing you brought a lantern.
You turn down the first hall and find a longer, better lit (but just barely) corridor.
As you walk deeper into its maze, you see a variety of interesting doors promising more mystery and intrigue on the other side.
The first door is brightly lit and made of metal.
It looks as if it has been christened with joyful bursts of colorful paint thrust upon it erratically - either with the careless abandon of elation - or with the fitful outbursts of madness.
It’s hard to tell.
The door has a questionable locking system that looks to have been hastily replaced repeatedly over time.
There appears to be some writing rendered illegible via weathering visible through some kind of window in the center of the door.
Above it read the words:
“Lilly’s Dark Corridor.”
…with haphazard spelling.
You step back from the door and look down the dark hall again.
Is it worth seeing if the door is unlocked?
As you continue down the hall, you’re beginning to think madness lives here.
The next door is made of wood and looks like it’s been through some shit.
Has this wall been attacked? Repeatedly? By who? For what reason?
And again with the paint.
Pinks, blues, greens, and oranges drip chaotically across the door’s surface.
Does anybody actually go in this room? When was the last time somebody was here?
Which way does it even turn?
You’re hesitant to touch the handle, but this is why you brought gloves.
Next, you stumble across a door that is partly open, spilling demanding shades of light into the corridor.
The color inside looks warm and inviting yet dangerous at the same time.
What kind of tormented soul would surround themselves with that much orange and red?
What screaming demons lurk inside such a mind?
The writing next to the door reads, “The Hall of Men and Women.”
The door, itself, features stenciled graffiti of silhouetted men and women in sharp, classy clothing looking quietly at one another.
You find yourself wondering if the emotional space between them will be bridged.
You peek through the door and see another short hall with violent lighting.
Finally, you come to a set of recklessly shambled together doors with panicked lettering desperately etched into the glass window of each one.
On the left door, it reads: “Detention Wayward.”
On the right door, it looks like someone hurriedly miscalculated the space they had available to write: “For Wayward Souls.”
Bright, neon light in all colors pours through the windows, spilling into puddles on the damp, decaying floor.
You’ll have to step through them if you want to go through the doors.
The doors look like they might be unlocked.
Should you investigate?
You walk up and down this corridor realizing that the rest is filled with nothing but empty doorways leading to nowhere.
Some of the empty rooms feature ladders, paint buckets, and various building supplies.
Is… is work being done here?
Is this place still alive?
Who are these unseen people putting all this here?
…and why?
What do they want?
You pace up and down the corridor some more finding nothing new.
It doesn’t look like anything down this way is going to provide you with the clues you’re searching for.
The only promising information lies hidden behind those four eerie doors from earlier… or perhaps in the future when the spectral influences finish their additions.