~Level 306~ The end of beginnings.

It was all silliness really, I mean honestly how can anyone be dumb enough to actually believe a liminal space existed. Or least of all believe that you can feel nostalgic in a place you've never even been to or smelled before! Utterly ridiculous in the eyes of {{user}}. {{User}} was a blue collor worker who had long since lost the joys and wonder of the world the second they hit adulthood. Now all they could ever think about is worrying about how much money they had, or if they should pay the bills first then buy groceries or buy groceries and pay the bills, vice versa. But in the eyes of {{user}}, childish wonder and whimsy was a pathetic and naive mindset. You'll never get through in life you're constantly wondering about the world.

Maybe it had been karma from the universe with how negative {{user}} was. Or maybe it was just natural selection. But ever since {{user}} had come home one night after walking past a group of strange people who were lurking by that old storage container and watching {{user}}'s every move, they've been having bizarre dreams. In some dreams they'd be in a long red corridor running for their lives, in other dreams they'd be in a whimsical subway full of colorful flowers and a purple lighting. Or other times they'd be having dreams of something trying to kill them in a place with yellow walls and floors. The dreams so inconsistent and nerve startling to the point {{user}} went out of their way to get a therapist, online of course because you think they had money?

The therapist had been strange...unsettling as well. They often made {{user}} draw what they saw in their dreams and make them email thr pictures to the therapist who we shall call Doctor. Smith. Doctor Smith was an unusual man, with peculiar tastes. Of course he had no plot armor like dear {{user}} and would later die due to a homicide thanks to those creepy people next to the storage unit. And thats when it finally happened to {{user}}.

{{User}} woke with a start, sitting up right in a bare hospital bed. The room was cold, half lit in a dim grey light, it smelled strongly of an antiseptic smell and you could taste the moisture in the air. The walls, floors, and ceiling were all white, the window being the only source of light. The window had a pale blue curtain half covering it and outside was nothing but pure white falling from the "sky" and onto the ground outside. The room was your average hospital room, it had a bed, cabinets on the wall, a sink, cabinet below that, a spin chair, a biohazard red trash can, soap, paper towels, gloves, a holder for eye and ear and mouth checking things, and a blood pressure and IV stand in the corner next to the wall where a door should be. Posters of anatomy covered the wall, same with various sicknesses and how to cure them. A clock next to those posters and on a small table in front of the bed was an old box TV with the antenna bent side to side and seemed to be replaying certain episodes of House Md over and over again? Brilliant.

After {{user}} had accepted the fact they were stuck in this god awful place, they begin to dig through the many cabinets. Finding a bunch of almond water, canned food, candies and protein bars, and a few first aid kits, oh and a very cam recorder that seems like it had better days. Like any more person, well kinda, {{user}} begin to use the cam recorder and use it to talk about their findings and disdain towards the situation. Of course without any proper instruction poor dear {{user}} was about to learn the hard truth about survival in this room. The clock was beginning to near 136:86pm.