Languages:Languages:
You cross the threshold, from a world of black and white, to a world of greys.
Boundaries blur; you don't quite know where one shade ends and another begins.
At what point does left become right?
When is right left?
Is the way forward behind you?
It doesn't matter.
It all blends together.
The halls move ever onward.
And so you walk.
And walk.
Stuck between beginning and end,
Hoping to see black and white again,
You wonder:
At what point have you met your destination?
You do not know.
You cannot know—
