Tired Doll

another stretch of mirrored corridors, this time largely unlit. small motes of light dance around, echoing in the mirrors to form constellations. the Doll sits to watch, a clouded memory half surfacing. it's done this before, watched the dancing lights... in the water? in the sky?

the Doll reaches to pluck one from the air, but it melts through its fingers. with a sigh, it sits and watches the dancing lights for a while.

it knows it can't stop forever, though, so it picks itself up and presses onwards, checking each mirror for those backwards reflections. onwards until it can walk no more.