In this realm, the skies are always gray, the trees are always twisted, and the air is always thick with the stench of existential dread. The walls are adorned with cryptic messages scrawled in blood on the walls.
One such message reads: "THE END IS NIGH."
Another reads: "YOU ARE NOT ALONE."
A third reads: "THE COFFEE IS ALWAYS ON THE FLOOR."
And a fourth reads: "DO NOT LOOK BEHIND THE CURTAIN."
