You find yourself in a seemingly endless corridor. The walls pulse with an eerie green glow.
There are no visible doors, only shifting patterns that might be exits if you stare long enough.
The air smells of ozone and something metallic. A faint humming vibrates through your bones.
This space defies geometry. Angles don't add up. Perspectives shift when you blink.
You can see your own back from here, but it's not a mirror. It's another you, equally confused.
Time moves differently. Or doesn't move at all. It's hard to tell.
Streams of corrupted information flow around you in glowing strands.
Fragments of forgotten memories and broken code float by. Some whisper as they pass.
You can almost understand the patterns, but they dissolve when you focus.
A flickering console covered in unknown symbols. Some keys are missing.
The screen displays fragmented text that changes when you're not looking directly at it.
You feel compelled to type something, but you're not sure what.
This might be the heart of the maze. Or just another layer of deception.
The air is thick with static. Your hair stands on end. The light here is wrong.
There's a door marked EXIT, but it leads back to where you started.
This space is all sharp angles and impossible colors.
Your eyes hurt trying to focus on any one thing for too long.
There's a sound like glass breaking in reverse.
The walls here are made of shifting equations that don't resolve.
Numbers float by, some familiar, others in base systems you can't comprehend.
You catch a glimpse of π calculating itself in real time before it dissolves.
This chamber is filled with floating orbs of liquid light.
They merge and split like living things. Some pulse in patterns that might be language.
When you reach out, they retreat just beyond your fingertips.
A perfect cube suspended in nothingness.
Its surfaces show reflections that aren't yours, from angles that shouldn't exist.
The cube is smaller on the inside.
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