This corridor makes you terribly nervous. You wonder what could be at its end, and worry somewhat about it closing in on you. Your mind is flooded with questions. What are you doing here? Where is "here", anyway? Where are you going, and why?
...Before you can make it to the end of the corridor, your poor little rabbit heart gives out suddenly from the mounting stress. You collapse onto the ground and reach with the last of your strength towards what you assume must be the exit. It is a mere few steps away, but you cannot see what is beyond the threshold. It is too bright.