STOP

RETURN

Dude.

The couch has cushions. Then springs. Then the floor.

There is absolutely no reason for there to be an extra 37 meters of couch beneath that.

And yet here you are.

You've entered a space reserved for something that does not exist.

I need you to understand this is not normal.

I don’t know what this place is.

I don’t know what it was made for.

The system doesn’t even acknowledge it.

The last person who reached this depth stopped sending emails halfway through a sentence.

Not “missing.” Just… unfinished.

Please go back.

Seriously.