Corridor of Eternity

A temporal void that stretches infinitely in both directions, its walls lined with shimmering layers of deteriorating centuries flickering past in staccato bursts. The corridor’s atmosphere presses heavy with the weight of collapsing years, each second a fragile membrane ready to rupture. Flickering projections of forgotten futures rush by like static from a dying universe, their light casting skeletal shadows that stretch and shrink unnaturally. Sutekh stands immobilized here, his ancient form decaying under the strain of temporal contradictions—flesh sloughing away as centuries burn themselves out in seconds. The air hums with the scream of time tearing itself apart, a sound only he appears to hear. Distance means nothing; forward and backward fuse into one suffocating present where progress is impossible and endurance becomes agony.