It was a typical Wednesday afternoon when Steve stumbled upon a mysterious portal in his basement. He had been searching for a new place to store his extensive collection of vintage typewriters, but what he found was something entirely unexpected.

As he stepped through the shimmering portal, he felt a strange sensation, like his molecules were being rearranged by an invisible force. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a world that defied explanation.

Steve's world was now a realm of endless paperwork, where forms and reports stretched on forever. He wandered through a sea of cubicles, searching for a way out, but every door he opened led to another room filled with even more paperwork.

Steve's mind was racing, his sanity slipping away with each passing minute. He began to wonder if he had stumbled into some kind of bureaucratic purgatory.