The walls seemed alive, rippling with countless shifting panels of violet, rose, and white. Each tile caught the light in a different way, bending together into two vast tunnels that curved toward infinity. It was as if the universe had chosen color as its language, weaving geometry into something that felt both architectural and dreamlike. At the center, a lone figure floated, suspended between the funnels. They weren’t trapped, but carried... Drifting along a current made of light and rhythm. Every step forward felt like crossing into a new dimension, where order and chaos had learned to dance together. It was less a corridor than a transition... A place between worlds, radiant and endless, where time itself seemed to shimmer in stripes of color.