You've wandered into the depths of the 80s, where the only sound is the sound of synthesizers and big hair. You've lost your way, but you're not alone.
A gentle breeze blows in from the west, carrying the sweet scent of Aqua Net and hairspray. It's calling to you, beckoning you to join the power ballad sing-alongs.
You can almost hear the opening notes of "Don't Stop Believin'" drifting on the wind, tempting you to sing along with the ghosts of rockstars past.
But be warned, friend, the path ahead is fraught with peril. The likes of Journey's Steve Perry will be there, judging your vocal range and making you feel inadequate.
Still, you press on, drawn by the promise of power ballad bliss. You stumble upon a clearing, where a group of misfits gather, all singing their hearts out.
They welcome you with open arms, and you join in, your voice blending with theirs in a cacophony of awesomeness.
Together, you'll belt out the classics: REO Speedwagon, Foreigner, and of course, Toto. Your vocal cords will strain, but your spirits will lift.
As the sun dips below the horizon, the sing-alongs will cease, but the memories will linger, echoing through the 80s canyons, forever.
Want to join another sing-along? Rock Ballad Requiem awaits, but be warned: it's a real scream.