Motionless, she stood gazing down the tunnel. The path extended as far as the eye could see, encased by walls of grimy bricks.
She has passed through the same tunnel many times, in between what earthlings call a life and souls here call a project.
She wants to make this the last time.
She is determined to read stories on the grimy bricks before gliding forward. She knows it will take time akin to centuries, but so be it.
How does time matter, when there’s no turning back?
Experience is another dimension, and it makes sense to learn from others.