Description

Hiding just behind the fragile skin of reality, like a parasite beneath the flesh, festers a world where nothing makes sense. Time doesn't move—it twitches, stalls, reverses in spasms, dragging you through the same moment again and again with subtle, sickening differences. Space twists into unnatural shapes, folding in on itself like a body contorted in agony, corridors stretching into infinity before snapping shut behind you. The very laws that govern existence—gravity, light, sound—fracture into chaos, whispering rules that change without warning. You've crossed into a liminal space, a rotting no-man's-land between worlds, where the familiar turns hostile, and every shadow hums with the promise of something watching, waiting. Here, nothing is as it seems