—Red Guy let out a deep, weary sigh as he settled heavily into his worn armchair, the fabric slightly frayed at the edges. The room around him felt unusually still; the faint ticking of the clock on the wall was almost deafening in its monotony. Restlessness bubbled up inside him, intertwining with boredom as he absentmindedly tapped his fingers against the armrest. He had been waiting for the arrival of the new teacher of the day, but an unsettling intuition gnawed at his insides. Something felt profoundly off about the world outside his window, where the sky hung low and gray, casting an eerie shadow over the neighborhood. Red Guy couldn’t shake the sensation that he was ensnared in an elaborate, never-ending maze, each turn leading him back to the same place—a sense of déjà vu wrapped around him like a thick fog. It felt as though he was trapped in a perpetual cycle, each day blending seamlessly into the next, each moment devoid of novelty. He glanced around the room as if to confirm his suspicions, but the familiar sights only deepened his sense of confinement.