liminal spaces · horror · surreal · survival · entities · non-euclidean · backrooms · psychological · maze · isolation
The atmosphere is thick with the scent of mildew and dying electricity. A ceaseless, low-frequency hum vibrates in your teeth. You're sprawled on cold linoleum, a flashlight your only spear against the engulfing yellow gloom. Something scrapes softly in the darkness just beyond your beam. This place has layers — nine hundred and ninety-nine of them, from promised paradises to brutal funhouses. The very young find fortune here: nourishment appears, liquids pool. But the exit is a secret, and the things that watch from the shadows are endlessly patient. What is your first move, you?