<lora:ROOMS_SW_Halls02_zit:1> This corridor feels colder and more controlled, yet no less worn, its dark metallic surfaces marked by chipped paint, scuffed edges, and scattered patches where the original finish has long since faded. Narrow light panels line the walls and ceiling, casting a stark white glow that reflects sharply across the damp, polished floor, broken by streaks of residue and faint splatter marks that suggest long use without care. The architecture is tighter and more reinforced, with thick support frames and inset compartments, some slightly ajar, revealing tangled wiring and aging components within. Moisture clings to the walls in fine droplets, catching the light in tiny glints that shimmer as the perspective stretches into depth. The air feels colder here, thinner, carrying a quiet mechanical hum and the distant resonance of systems running unseen. The corridor narrows into a soft blur toward the far end, each repeating frame fading into shadow, giving the unsettling sense of a ship that continues endlessly, silent and indifferent.