In this, our final act of defiance against the linear progression of art, we present to you... Infinite Reflections!
Where the floor meets the wall, but not really, because it just sort of... doesn't.
Where the ceiling is a trombone, playing a never-ending loop of disappointment.
Where the windows are mirrors, reflecting the viewer's existential dread.
Where the door is a door, but only if you count the number of reflections.
Continue to Section 8, where the Infinite Sock Drawer meets the Infinite Loop