"So, what do we choose?"
Elliot looked at me. "Don't you feel anything?"
"Nothing special; they're just long corridors until the end of my perception."
Everyone hesitated as they thought about which direction to take.
I looked to the right, then to the left again. Everything seemed identical.
Without much thought, I headed to the right. "Let's just take this direction."
"Are you sure?" Leona asked.
I shrugged. "No… of course I'm not sure; I'm just relying on fate… or luck, as you like to call it."
"You sound like a monk when you talk like that… what does choosing a corridor have to do with fate?" Izel commented, but I simply ignored her.
In the end, no one objected, and we headed right… well, what would they object to? We are literally facing the unknown, so it's not like thinking will change anything.
And of course, splitting up was not an option.
After we resumed walking down the right corridor, Elliot spoke words I had deliberately avoided thinking about.
