Cell door

sketchfab

A cell door creaks open, its rusty hinges screaming in protest as it swings wide to reveal a dark and foreboding corridor beyond. The door's metal surface is scarred and pitted, like the face of a long-forgotten veteran, bearing witness to countless struggles and despairing pleas for freedom that have been met with cold indifference. In the flickering fluorescent light, the door seems to loom over everything, its presence casting a shadow that stretches out like a dark specter, waiting to snuff out any glimmer of hope that dares to venture too close.