Waiting In Beige Study 1

Following the guidance of the yellow. A pitstop into a branded green sunken space. Through the rotating doors, rushing through the open corridor, the outside to the right. Passing figures engaged in elsewhere. The time hangs above, compressing. Around the corner, she waits for me in the beige, her being emanating white. Leant against the wall, still, but somehow glimmering in motion.