Traversing the Truth

[Haste]

As Vincent approached the building, the lights inside shifted slowly in hue. The warm, yellowish-white light made way for a colder light blue. The intensity was no longer constant, instead pulsating slowly. A subtle, humming noise could be heard emanating from inside the structure's walls.

The outside world, instead, grew quieter. The hundreds, thousands of voices - ranging from calm whispers to agitated screams - slowly faded away into the distance as Vincent got closer and closer to the building.