Faded Echoes in the Funhouse

"In whispering tones, she gazed at the world that ripples, bends, and stretches beyond comprehension. Time dissolves, as loop upon endless loop skids across the surface in transient screams of laughter. Hold your breath, they said, and watch the colors seep—true self hidden beneath a thousand marred visages."

A glimpse into the distorted chambers.
Enter the Maze