pan Free 3D model

cgtrader

They stare blankly ahead at an elderly woman standing across from them, her face unlined by age yet bearing deep grooves. A faint smell of antiseptic clings to her like a second skin, an unpleasant accompaniment to the overpowering scent of coffee wafting through the hospital room air. The sounds within echo and amplify - murmured whispers of hushed conversations outside the thin glass of privacy that surrounds their tiny kingdom, punctuated by beeps and alarms on machines whirring quietly as if they might just fall still. In this world, they've become all too accustomed to seeing doctors and nurses who barely register beneath notice in those endless streams, rushing in a frantic search for someone new: anyone - anywhere. These individuals rush with haste into lives long-lived now teetering on an uneven footing. In these worn hospital corridors it's impossible to walk silently as each creaky step reveals their own identity: the huff of exertion that greets you as the person walks forward slowly with hesitation. Time has proven itself patient. Every morning is filled, once again - new and unchanged, devoid of meaning - like every yesterday: meaningless routines lived daily and day-to-day. No room exists in this universe where memories are ever left undisturbed; their delicate essence somehow etched indelibly upon these surfaces we unknowingly pass each step forward - forever remembered by lives they brush past momentarily.