some doors are meant to stay closed, but we descend anyway.
some doors are meant to stay closed, but we descend anyway.
Prompt
Camera slowly spirals downward, following the staircase's twist while maintaining the overhead perspective. Candlelight flutters, causing shadows to dance and elongate across steps in an unsettling rhythm. The descent feels inevitable and claustrophobic—stone walls gradually consume the frame as we sink deeper into cold, oppressive darkness punctuated only by that distant, trembling amber glow.
