Multiple Corridor Exits. Two exits. Three pathways.

As I walked down the corridor of the motel, I couldn't shake the feeling of being lost and disoriented. The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting meaningless shadows on the dingy walls. I had been walking for what felt like hours, but every door looked the same and I couldn't find my room.

As I turned a corner, I thought I saw a glimmer of hope. A sign that said "Exit" hung from the ceiling, but as I approached it, I realized it was just a trick of the light. It pointed to multiple other doors, just like all the others.