The room feels empty as I stand in the center, wondering what comes next. Sunlight filters through dusty windows, casting streaks across the wooden floor. A faint breeze carries the scent of rain from outside, making the air feel cool against my skin.

I reach for the doorknob, my hand hesitating before making contact with the cool metal surface. Somewhere in the distance, a clock ticks, marking the seconds that pass in this suspended moment.

What should I do next? The possibilities seem endless and overwhelming all at once.