Where the laws of physics are but a distant memory, and the only constant is the crushing despair of our existence.
Here, the skies are perpetually painted with hues of despair, and the once blue waters have turned a toxic shade of chartreuse.
But fear not, dear traveler, for in this phase, the art of procrastination is taken to new heights.
Visit our sister site, Phase 6: The Point of No Return...er for more thrilling adventures.
Or, if you're feeling particularly brave, try Phase 4: The Point of Mild Regret for a taste of what once was.
But be warned, the nostalgia is strong with this one.
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