liminal space · horror · survival · infinite labyrinth · existential dread · non-euclidean · isolation · psychological thriller · anomaly
The world dissolves into static, and your senses reassemble piecemeal. You materialize in Level 0, the tutorial. The air is damp, thick with the smell of old carpet and mildew. Stretching in every direction are walls of peeling, sickly-yellow wallpaper, illuminated by the flickering, relentless glow of fluorescent lights overhead. A low, resonant hum vibrates in your bones, the only sound in an otherwise profound and unsettling silence.