A lively party and a wall to my back is what I am met with the moment I lift up my head. Looking around I try to peer through the shadows, glaring lights and crowded with strangely dressed people. The party is being held in what looks like a pub, redecorated for this night.

The room is in a T shape and in the centre where the lines connect, a makeshift boxing ring is set up. People are cheering and betting on the fighters inside even though it seems that anyone can enter and leave whenever they want so I don't know how they decide who wins.

Above the ring hangs a disco ball, itself being really the main source of light for my eyes to adjust to. Once my eyes do adjust to the dim lighting, I instantly spot something off, a girl in a clown costume staring right at me whose eyes narrow when our gazes meet.

After staring at each other for a few moments we both burst off into a sprint, me running away and her chasing. I run towards the bottom wall which does not actually have a proper exit door, but what it does have is a single hopper window in the middle against the floor. Bright light shines through the glass.

Just before running face first into the wall I drop onto my back and slide through the window. On the other side of the window is not the outside but another room, this one small. This room is mostly empty and the hopper window is in the middle of the wall but against the roof.

The walls of the room are bare and white save for a door on the opposite end, a single bulb hanging from the ceiling is the only source of illumination. The room itself is occupied by a table pushed up against the wall to my right and a woman.

The woman's body is relatively normal if a bit shiny but her head is giant, almost as big as her torso and made of porcelain, designed with overly exaggerated features that would normally be seen as beautiful.

Still sprinting, I shove past the woman and out the door as quickly as possible, knocking her over in the process. She hits her head on the table and it shatters open, exposing its hollow inside.

The room that this door leads to has glass for the walls that are opposite to me and my right. The glass walls are a window to a lush green lawn backdropped by a vibrant forest but for some reason seems fake to me. Against the left wall is another door and in the corner of the two glass walls are wooden boxes stacked on top of each other.

I jump over the stack and squeeze myself between the boxes and glass hoping to hide from the chaser. A few seconds later, before I could even get my breathing under control a girl's face pops over the top of the boxes facing me.

She informs me that the spot I currently am hiding in is a bad spot to be in if caught and that she, the chaser, checks this spot all the time. Deciding to trust this person I get up and go through the door.

This door leads to an outside, a grey brick pathway is laid out before me that splits off at random intervals. The pathway is lined with drab buildings stacked on top of each other with no real design.

Not a single building intrudes onto the road or above it, almost like there is an invisible wall that prevents the buildings from going over the road. This results in the buildings creating a sort of solid wall all on their own.

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After an indeterminate amount of time of trying to navigate this maze of architecture, I am stopped and confronted by a gang of people with greatly varying heights. They jump off a pile of debris from a destroyed house, the only destroyed house. The gang members are completely white, lacking all pigment in body and clothes.

The leader tells me that they are suspicious of me. I am confused by this and they say that I've crossed that level crossing twice now. Turning around to look behind me I see tracks for a tram crossing the road and disappearing behind building walls. I had not noticed either the tracks or the gang before now.

I am told I can either be removed forcefully or join them so I opt to join. After joining all pigments of mine are washed away by my third eye, the pupil of my third eye is split into three irises. The left one is red, the middle one is green, and the right one is blue.

From my right I hear the rail squeal of a tram stopping to pick me up. The tracks for the tram have grown from the level crossing to run along the road I stand on to pass by me. The conductor is a cloaked figure with a paddy cap.

When I try to get a look of the conductor's face instead of a normal face I see a silhouette of a head with a completely smooth face, no mouth, nose, or ears. Where his eyes should be is instead a glowing four pointed star.