The yellow light hums above, steady but uncertain, casting a faint glow over walls of mesh that shimmer like faded candy. The air hangs thick—warm plastic, old dust, and something faintly sweet, the kind of scent that doesn’t belong anywhere real. The foam floor sinks slightly, colors dull and uneven beneath the dim light. Every corner stretches too far, every tunnel ends where another begins, looping endlessly in soft hues of red, blue, and gold. The sound of fluorescent buzzing merges with distant laughter that isn’t there, echoing from somewhere deep within the maze. Shadows move across the netting, slow and uncertain, like the memory of motion that forgot its purpose. The place feels paused in time, held between play and silence, bright but hollow, forever waiting for something that never comes.