The air was growing tighter, and the walls closed in with it. The corridor Alpha was walking through seemed to be swallowing him bit by bit. Every step echoed with a creak through the emptiness, as if the place itself was breathing slowly… or watching him.
The walls were decorated with faded carvings, some of which glimmered briefly before dimming again, as if trying to speak. Alpha brushed his hand along one of them and felt a faint warmth—a subtle shiver that ran across his skin. As he approached a narrow junction in the passage, he suddenly stopped.
"This wall…" he muttered, stepping closer. He stared at the aligned stones and pressed his fingers against a small protruding piece. A moment of silence… then a faint clicking sound. The wall began to move. It wasn't sliding or crumbling—it was as if something inside was pulling the stones away.
