You make the decision to leave the room behind, venturing out into the unknown.

The environment is a foggy void, and you struggle to recognize your surroundings.
Months of reclusion have taken their toll, and the outside world feels disorienting.

As you take hesitant steps forward, the location becomes increasingly devoid of life.

You could put on the Normal Lens, but something inside you hesitates. Instead, you choose to rely on your other senses, as you've done for the past few years.

You trust in your instincts and intuition.

The journey continues, and gradually, the surroundings shift into a night scenery.
The emptiness persists, devoid of any life, not even another human being in sight.

It feels surreal, as though you've somehow no-clipped out of the realm of reality itself.

The road stretches endlessly before you, with no lights, no cars, and no signs of life.

It's as if you're traversing an infinite void, lost in a desolate world.


But then, just as you're starting to feel truly alone, you hear it.

The presence of another being.

It's a sound, a rustle, a whisper in the stillness of the night.

Your senses sharpen, and your heart quickens.


There's someone else out there, in this strange, desolate place.



A light in this tunnel of despair