Prompt
You’re standing at the entrance of a long, narrow hallway, perfectly aligned in one-point perspective, where all lines vanish into a single dark point in the distance. The walls are lined with faded red and white circus stripes, cracked and peeling, with faint smears of grime and dried something—maybe paint, maybe not. Flickering overhead lights hum above you, casting sharp shadows that stretch and twitch with every flicker. On either side of the hallway are distorted clown portraits in