Miscalculation

There's no need to hurry today.

We blended in with the group heading for the tenth floor and continued silently down the stone stairs.

The dry sound of our footsteps echoed, then bounced back a moment later.

The many footsteps overlapped, eventually turning into a steady, wave-like murmur.

The steps were all the same width and height.

Lights swayed at the edge of my vision.

The unchanging scenery blurred the contours of time.

The dull sensation of simply descending steadily built up deep within my body.

And so, perhaps half a day passed as we continued downward.

At last, beyond the monotonous stretch of gray, the landing for the tenth floor came into view...