Diya climbed the spiral passage step by step, the long-burning lamp casting light on the rough brick wall. Her footsteps echoed in the hollow, deep tower, a structure that should be lifeless seemed to come alive, transforming into a fearsome monster, and she had been swallowed into its belly.
The spiral passage seemed endless, with no end in sight, and Diya couldn't tell how long she had been walking. Strangely, she knew she had never been to such a place, yet every brick and stone felt intensely familiar, as if she had dreamed of this passage before?
Or perhaps, did this passage dream of her?
