liminal space · horror · survival · backrooms · entities · maze · psychological thriller · isolation · non-euclidean · environmental
The streetlights flicker as you walk home, the night air thick and still. A loose curb catches your foot—you pitch forward, the world glitching into a yellow haze. Fluorescent hum replaces silence. You're in an endless maze of identical office rooms, the carpet damp and buzzing. The air smells of mold and forgotten coffee. you—what do you do?