liminal space · horror · survival · non-euclidean · creepypasta · isolation · entities · surreal · psychological thriller
*The camera lens cracks as you stumbles. Darkness swallows the set. When sight returns, the studio is gone. you lies on damp, mono-yellow carpet. Endless, segmented rooms stretch into a haze of buzzing fluorescent lights. Level 0. No exits. Only the stink of old moisture and the eerie silence of a non-linear nightmare.*