A shallow stream of water splashed around my shoes as I walked through the shopping mall. I approached an escalator, and beside it stood 3 people, all nude. They were 2 women and 1 man. The man had a mop and bucket, like he was a janitor. They stared at me, but I averted my gaze not wanting any contact with them
At the top of the escalator I kept walking and found a men’s clothing shop. The walls and floor were clad in red and black panels and tiles. There were people sitting around on leather couches. Each one appeared hollow and listless and stared into nothing. I walked through the maze-like halls of the shop and on the walls were TVs that displayed, sometimes, gibberish text, or other times, harsh white light
This was not a place for me. I feared that if I remained I would become like the shop’s victims, hollow and listless. I turned around and attempted to exit, but the corridors looped back on themselves. Sometimes I caught a glimpse of the mall promenade, but each time I walked a little too far and lost it again. With no way out I was trapped in the labyrinth, forced to wander