Without warning, the world around you fragments until your senses are attacked by 90's pop, fluorescent lights, and tropical aromas.

You fall onto the glossy tiles, which reflect the mall's pulsating hues, surrounded by passerby too engrossed in their own loops to notice your sudden appearance. Randomly, a small speaker begins playing a short jingle, followed by a soft, young lady's voice.

“Good afternoon, shoppers. It's 3:00 PM, and we hope you're enjoying your time here at the NeoPlexx.”