Translated from RU
I walk down a long corridor. The walls are made of mirrors. In each reflection, I am slightly different. One looks tired, another older, the third is not me at all.
The corridor grows narrower. The mirrors tremble and begin to whisper words I cannot understand.
At the end of the corridor is a door. I open it and see a vast hall, completely filled with clocks. Each tick reveals someone's name.
Suddenly, all the clocks fall silent. The hall becomes utterly quiet.
I look at the shadow beneath my feet. It starts to tick instead of the clocks.
