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A long narrow hospital corridor at night, shot from a low crouching position with a 28 mm lens, the vanishing point deep in the center of the frame. The corridor walls, ceiling and floor are made of pale grey-green institutional tile, but the entire corridor is subtly wrong. The walls are not flat. They bulge inward in places, as if something behind them is pressing against the surface from the other side, creating smooth organic swellings in the tile, cracks spreading from the pressure points. The floor tiles are slightly warped and lifted at the seams, dark fluid seeping up between them. At the far end of the corridor, maybe forty meters away, the ceiling has partially collapsed downward and from the break a massive dark shape hangs suspended, like an inverted root system or organ made of wet dark material, veins and tendrils spreading up into the ceiling and down the walls on both sides, as if the building itself is being colonized from within. The shape is roughly the size of a van, surface glistening, slowly expanding and contracting as if breathing. Flickering fluorescent tubes run along the ceiling, some dead, some buzzing weakly, creating an alternating rhythm of cold light and near-darkness down the length of the corridor, the breathing mass at the end only half-illuminated. No doors are open. One wheelchair sits empty in the middle of the corridor, turned slightly as if abandoned mid-motion. The walls nearest the camera have visible handprints pressed into the bulging tile from the inside, fingers splayed, frozen in the material. Palette of sickly grey-green, institutional white, dark seepage and fluorescent blue-white. The air looks thick. No figures present, but the corridor itself is the monster. No other text visible.