Hall of hearts.

A compressed silence lingered in the heart shaped arch hallway, the little fairy lights within the arch grooves twinkled gently. The ceiling and walls covered in this odd, pink satin curtain or sheet, reflecting the pink glow back into the limited space. In each little hall alcove was a small table with a red velvet table cloth over it, standing on each was turned on lamps casting a soft yellow glow cutting through the pink and red. The arch ways were made of a reflective glass that cast the light beams in different directions. The floor covered in a thick red rug that looked as though it had been smoothed over by a steam roller. Despite the light sources, darkness lingered in the corner like a parasite waiting for it's chance to strike back.

A tall, brown double door loomed in the distance. Golden handles shimmering as if taunting whoever ends up here to pull them or to be forever stuck chasing them. There was a faint gap under the doors, shining a yellow light onto the carpet before it. Nothing echoed from behind the door, nothing ever came out of the door, it was simply there. Silence felt as though it were stagnant water waiting to be moved to create noise, but nothing came along to do so. The halls almost acted like a entity waiting to be stirred from a deep, or a deity waiting to be prayed upon.

The lights from the fairy lights within the arch grooves continued to twinkle, blinking a secret rhythm no one could hear. The lamp bulbs remained turned on despite the lack of a cord, power supply or a switch flipped on. The loght under the door remained, never leaving, never fading, and no one ever blocking the way of that light. Everything so still a pristine, waiting to be ruined and then put back together again. A slight blur at the edge of reality suggested the arches were preparing to shift again, to right themselves of whatever imperfections that this place deemed unfit. Or maybe that was the ripple of someone finally coming to break the silence.