Where the walls are closing in, and the coffee is always black.
A world where every door is a doorway into madness.
Where the only constant is the sound of your own anxiety.
Where the sky is always gray and the future is always uncertain.
And the only thing that's certain is that you're not sure what's real.
You are now trapped in this existential abyss.
Go back to Frame of Mind or Home to try and find your way out.
Or just sit in this darkness and contemplate your own insignificance.