Dreamscape

Walls

Walls.

That is all.

No windows, no doors.
No people, no sun.
No colour, no comfort.

Just cold, gray, concrete walls.

There is nothing inside, except for you.

The electric lights flicker, making shadows dance around the cell, but what's casting them?

There is nothing else, except for you.

The shadows are evolving.
Oh, the ways that they move.
They continue their frivolous, ecstatic movement, but they divide and deform and break and repair themselves.

It would be a wonderful sight...

...If there was an explanation for the cause.

Wait.

The shadows.

They look almost like...

...People?

Yes, they do. People.
Strange, simplistic people though. There's not much to them. They look as if they are trying desperately to spruce up the drab, cold, dingy walls, but to little success.

What are they doing now?
They have all gathered at the end of the room, as if they were about to do something synchronized.

All of the sudden, they push.

They push and push and push at the walls. With the horrific sound of scraping and screeching, the wall moves from their force. They persist, created a long, skinny hallway.

This was not the same room as it was before.

You walk slowly, dragging your hand along the smooth, bone-chilling surface of the stony walls. You step further and further, eager to see what was at the end.

You felt... strange.

At peace, almost?

It was quite relaxing, apart from the harsh, critical light that was shot from the overhead lights and deflected off of the walls. It was a strange feeling, but you liked it.

"Run."

You turned around swiftly, shocked and startled by the interruption.

The floor.

The floor was giving away.

You ran.

Far.

Fast.

It was futile.