We're not even sure how we got here, but here you are. A tunnel with no visible end. The walls are smooth, cold, and eerily silent. The air is stale, and the only sound is the echo of our own panicked breathing.
We've tried to find a way out, but the walls seem to shift and change direction like a sadistic puzzle. The only light is a flickering emergency exit sign that seems to mock us with its cruel efficiency.
As we write this, our minds are racing with worst-case scenarios and half-remembered self-help books. We've tried to focus on the positives – the vast expanse of unknown possibilities, the beauty of the tunnel's industrial design – but it's getting harder to stay sane.
Perhaps, just perhaps, we'll find our way out. Or maybe we'll become permanent residents. The thought sends shivers down our spine.
Want to see our pitiful attempts at escape? Read our failed attempts and laugh (or cry) with us.
Want to see the tunnel's 'designer' notes? Click here and behold the genius.