futuristic asylum

Futuristic Asylum.

The man lies on the trolley that is hovering in mid-air and floating slowly down the corridor. The trolley moves by means of magnetism on the walls. The corridor is dark and dimly lit. It has row after row of dark doors leading off of it. All the doors are sealed shut and are closed as the man on the trolley slowly moves past them. Everything in silhouetted in darkness. He cannot move, he can only think. In his mind is the fear and terror of the unknown that awaits him.

The trolley takes a corner, and progresses down another endless corridor lined with shut metallic doors.

“What is inside these doors,” he asks himself, “What awaits me inside? Surely the fate of all those on the inside of these doors are sealed, and so is mine. For which one am I headed. What will they do to me on the inside? What happens inside?”

His thoughts continue along similar lines of fear and panic as the trolley moves on slowly down the endless corridor.

What awaits him inside the door that he is travelling towards, he will only find out later…