My life was like a long, unending tunnel.
No light, no visibility, and no turning back—it was a path so far gone that even contemplating retreat was futile.
Yet moving forward held no promise of an end, no hope of finding anything waiting.
I walked. And walked.
When I stumbled and fell, I got up and kept walking.
When fear of the dark gripped me and my body trembled uncontrollably, I forced myself to endure and moved forward again.
That was how I lived.
