One-Way

The tunnel was filled with sound—the low hum of tires scraping against the ground, fragmented conversations, the soft friction of footsteps against the air.
These sounds overlapped, forming an irregular melody that surrounded me yet had nothing to do with me. I kept walking, neither in haste nor hesitation.
Was I waiting for something, or was I waiting for nothing at all? Even I wasn’t sure.

A damp breeze swept in from behind, carrying a scent I couldn’t quite place.
Was it from the past, or did it belong to the future? The tunnel stretched on endlessly, but there was light at the end. I just didn’t know which world that light belonged to.
I stared at it, feeling no distinct emotion—perhaps it was a farewell, or maybe I was simply moving forward.