Syafin Sanjaya

The Glass Room. AI-Generated.

We fell into darkness. A moment ago, we were arguing in the cold, sterile motel room—now, we were here, suspended in nothingness. Then, suddenly, we landed on a hard, icy floor. Light seeped in from nowhere, illuminating our surroundings. We were inside a cube, each wall, the ceiling, and even the floor made entirely of mirrors.