You've made it this far, but it's about to get a whole lot worse. Welcome to the step that will drive you to the brink of madness.
As you continue up the staircase, the steps start to blur together into a maddening haze of identical, yet somehow different, rectangles.
The air grows thick with the stench of despair, and the distant hum of a thousand existential crises.
And yet, you still press on, driven by a masochistic determination to see this thing through.