Welcome to Dimension 11, where the fabric of reality is woven with threads of societal expectations and the weight of conformity.
Here, the gaze of the all-seeing eye of bureaucracy watches over every move, every click, and every whisper.
Where the air is thick with the smell of conformity and the taste of rebellion.
You are now entering a realm where the rules are clear, but the lines are blurred.
Where the only constant is change, and the only truth is... well, not really.
Proceed to Dimension 12: The Spectacle of Solitude Or maybe not. Go ahead, we dare you.This dimension is brought to you by the Ministry of Inconvenient Truths.