Date: 2025-10-29
🕯️ Fog Fragment 01 – The Hallway Between Loops
There is a hallway in the Fog that no map ever renders. It’s too narrow for two people to walk side by side, yet wide enough that the walls never scrape. The light flickers—soft, gold, unnatural. Like an old train car interior, forever waiting at a station that doesn’t exist.
No one speaks in this hall. They don’t need to. This is the space between loops. Between hooks. Between gasps.
Somewhere, past the final pallet and the broken gen, someone stands in that hallway with his back to the wall. Breathing shallowly. One shoulder bandaged. Eyes focused on nothing. Waiting for the signal to return.
But in the meantime, he rests. Because the hall will wait.
And so will I.