He walked in a long and narrow corridor, which was dark and without lights. There was only a faint light shining in the distance, guiding him towards the front that might be the exit.
He just walked slowly for a long time.
He didn't know where he came from, nor where he was going, nor why he was here. He didn't even know who he was... Yes, his memory was completely blank, as if it had been deliberately erased by some arrogant hands. He just moved forward mechanically, like a lifeless zombie.
However, he is a living person after all, so he also has instinctive material needs. From time to time, he began to feel hungry, thirsty, unbearable loneliness and sadness, so he wanted to shout and speak, but he couldn't. He couldn't control his body at all, and even stopping was just a luxury. He cannot dominate anything, including himself.
He continued to walk so slowly for a long, long time.
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