You've been trapped in this meeting room for what feels like an eternity. The walls seem to shift and distort, like a funhouse mirror. The air is stale, but the coffee is still warm.
Someone, somewhere, is still talking. Their words hang in the air like a miasma, suffocating the group with their droning monotony.
Apparently, it was decided that the plan is to... uh... REVIEW THE PREVIOUS MEETING'S ACTION ITEMS...
Someone, somewhere, is still trying to remember what those were...
As the meeting continues, the room begins to warp and distort, like a Salvador Dali painting.
It's as if time itself is bending around this meeting, folding in on itself, like a Möbius strip.