The corridor widened. The air warmed. The light brightened until it felt like standing beneath a benevolent sun. My shoulders relaxed without permission. My thoughts smoothed, sharp edges dulled into something easier to hold.
Scenes unfolded around me as I walked.
I saw myself standing before crowds, my words measured and inspiring. I saw allies smiling at me with uncomplicated trust. I saw power handed to me rather than seized, recognition earned through visible merit.
It felt good.
That was the problem.
Nothing challenged me here. Obstacles appeared only to be solved cleanly, efficiently, without sacrifice. I succeeded because I deserved to succeed. The world rewarded me because I played my role well.
I slowed.
The light pressed in closer, affectionate, approving.
And something inside me recoiled.
"This isn't real," I muttered.
The path answered by showing me failure.
A brief stumble.
A mistake.
