The hallway stretched endlessly forward, its walls made of something that was neither stone nor metal but some smooth, luminous material that pulsed with a faint golden light from deep within its surface.
The ceiling arched high above, impossibly high, lined with intricate patterns that shifted and rearranged themselves whenever you stopped looking directly at them.
Everything about the space screamed divinity, from the pristine white floor that reflected her heels with perfect clarity to the ornate pillars that lined both sides of the corridor at perfectly equal intervals.
A woman walked through the center of it, her dark suit impeccably tailored, her posture rigid and professional while the sharp click of her shoes echoed through the hallway. She carried a thin, translucent tablet in her right hand, its surface glowing with lines of data that scrolled endlessly across the screen.
She arrived at a set of two massive white doors at the very end of the corridor.
