What kind of twisted infinity loop have you managed to get yourself stuck in? Time seems to weave in and out like some kind of Gordian knot.

The waking dream ends before it began. Trailing off to quantum uncertainty.

Or is this some sort of dream? "Sleep come soon, and white away the room." Perhaps this is a dream you shouldn't be having. Some doors are best left unopened.

Are you hallucinating again?

The CB Radio in the corner echoes with an idle static, but something sounds peculiar - it's no noise you've ever heard before. There's something intelligent about it, like it's peering out of the speaker and looking right at you.

You peer out from the diner and see nothing. The further out you gaze, the more dilated the light becomes, leading to an infinite band of seamless white nothing.

You're hitchhiking, with no recollection of how you came to be here. A route with an irregular number has never been a positive sign.

On an elevator, we exist in a perpetual uncertain state between different floors.

They try and find a way to reach you, but it's like concrete.

Are you hallucinating again?