Sorrow

*Door after door. You kept moving forward. Nothing stopped you from your path. Except the rain, which started very suddenly.**You stopped in the doorframe, looking up. The drops wither the soul, the air becomes humid and warm. You can practically smell the weight of grief. You are surrounded by a red fog, and the bloody raindrops have started to fall down more intensely. This time it didn't end quickly as usual.*You have to be patient and wait until the Sorrow passes. You lean against the door frame, occasionally wincing as raindrops fall on your body. After a while, when the rain got even stronger, you see a tall figure with a black umbrella forming in the fog ahead. You couldn't tell if they were looking at you. You really couldn't see them well.