The memories wash over you. \n\nSo much power. \n\nYou can do nothing but tremble in their presence. \n\nHow can any living person hope to overcome their momentum? \n\nYou wish they would just go away.\n\n[[The next step|Hallway]] is in front of you whether you want it or not.

I can't even [[imagine]] what it looks like outside of this hallway.\n\nI should focus on the [[here and now|Beginning]].

A featureless hallway. \n\nThere are many [[memories]] here. \n\nThere are no [[exits|Hallway]].\n\nYou don't know who you are.

There's nothing to indicate that this hallway is any better or worse than the other hallways you've seen.\n\nYou might as well [[stay here]].

You begin to cover the wall with a solid shade of paint. \n\nThough you work for hours, the paints never seem to run out, and when you are done you find you actually have more paint than you started with.\n\nExhausted, you sit back and examine your work. \n\nThough the strangers never paid attention to your painting, you notice the new color casting a different light across all their faces. \n\nSomething about them was changed by painting the wall.\n\nYou stare at the [[painted wall]] for hours, and the color remains as vibrant as ever.

You paint an idyllic landscape on the blank walls of the hallway.\n\nAs you work, the strangers start to pay attention to you. \n\nWhen the painting is complete, they point and smile at your finished piece, before continuing on their usual way.\n\nThe painting fades away within a few hours and returns to a [[blank wall]].

You are in a hallway. \n\nFaceless strangers walk to places you can [[never reach]]. \n\nThey brush by you, carefully but carelessly. \n\nThey touch you with their clothes, but never anything more.\n\nThere is nothing here.

You see here the ones who came before you. \n\nThey are dead now and cannot react in any way to you.\n\n- [[Love them]]\n- [[Hate them]]\n- [[Fear them]]

A featureless hallway. \n\nThere are many memories here. \n\nThere are no exits.\n\nYou are nothing.

A featureless hallway. \n\nThere are many [[memories]] here. \n\nThere are no [[exits|Hallway]].\n\nYou don't know who you are.

A painted hallway. \n\nThere are many memories here. \n\nThere are no exits.\n\nYou are nothing but a memory.

A featureless hallway. \n\nThere are many memories here. \n\nThere are no exits.\n\nYou are nothing.

With the paints you begin to draw on the blank walls of the hallway.\n\nAt first the strangers don't seem to notice. \n\nThen you see that they are intentionally avoiding looking at you.\n\nYou can paint anything you want.\n\n- [[Paint a sunny sky]]\n- [[Paint a cloudy sky]]\n- [[Paint yourself]]\n- [[Paint a blank wall]]

Those people of the past... so reckless with power, lives. \n\nSo uncaring. \n\nThey created this world for you. \n\nThe hallway is a gift from them.\n\n[[The next steps|Hallway]] are up to you.

This [[hallway]] is my home. \n\nI don't want to leave it. \n\nEven though there is nothing here, at least I am happy and content.

You take strength from the paths forged by those before your time. \n\nThey too walked down this hallway, like you do now.\n\nThey searched for an exit just like you do. \n\nYou feel ready for [[the next step|Hallway]].

A blank hallway like the one you just came from. Is this all there is?\n\nThere must be more than this.\n\nWhere can I go?\n\nIs there any place that has a meaning?\n\n- [[Find your place]]\n- [[Make your place]]\n- [[Know your place]]

A blank hallway. \n\nIt seems to be as good as any other.\n\n- [[Start walking again|Find your place]]\n- [[Stay here]]

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There must be someplace else besides this hallway.\n\nIf I keep walking, I'll eventually reach something better.\n\nIt can't go on like this [[forever]].

You have been walking for a long time. \n\nYou are tired.\n\n- [[Keep walking|forever]]\n- [[Stop and rest]]

A featureless hallway. \n\nThere are many memories here. \n\nThere are no exits.\n\nYou are nothing but a memory.

You draw a self-portrait on the wall, one that captures the essence of your being. \n\nThough none of the strangers even look up from their path, you find a small sense of satisfaction in the completion of your work.\n\nThe painting fades within a few hours, leaving only a [[blank wall]].

You paint a gloomy scene, one that speaks to your life in the hallway. \n\nThe painting causes all who view it to confront their own emotions on the deepest human level.\n\nAs you work, the strangers start to pay attention to you. \n\nWhen the painting is complete, they look at it solemnly and nod their heads before continuing on their usual way.\n\nThe painting fades away within a few hours and returns to a [[blank wall]].

If I'm going to be stuck in this hallway I might as well make it my own.\n\nThere is a [[paintset]] here.