cancry | ⚔ //001;

⚔ //001;

[He awoke in darkness in the coffee shop, of all places.]

[Abruptly aware of a dozen and more sounds and scents, someone was calmly pensive as if sudden self-awareness of one's postmortem existence was an everyday occurrence. It certainly seemed nothing that panicking would help with, and nothing that wouldn't await examination until after he'd finished his coffee.]

[Which he did, of course. Later on he would be found exploring the city in very cautious and deliberate steps, hand occasionally on a wall for guidance. He found he didn't have much difficulty maneuvering despite the chaotic layout--a strange problem not to have, and perhaps one warranting consideration as to what kind of person he was. An interesting quandary to examine, and more so if he wasn't the only such person.]

[...One thing he did already know for certain, however.]

[His name, if indeed that was what he was called, was almost comically ironic.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Phoenix, I think.

[Reasonably sure. It wasn’t as if he had any other answer available.]

Easy to remember, at least. Well, Phoenix, it should be safe around here unless another Spectre decides it's had enough. Though I'm sure you'll be sick of the place before long. Nothing in here makes any sense.

I was getting that distinct impression. Does this environment defy all sense of spatial logic, or am I perhaps incorrect in that guess?

You're unfortunately right. The hotel shuffles the rooms around and the corner store goes on forever. It sells the most ridiculous things besides, and I'm not just talking foreign potato chip flavours. Pariah found the concept of yellow shelved next to the microwave popcorn.