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A row of identical plastic chairs lines the wall of a forgotten waiting room, their hard surfaces cold and uninviting. The tiled floor is scuffed, covered in faint footprints that lead nowhere. A dust-coated reception window stands empty, its sliding glass door slightly ajar, revealing nothing but darkness beyond. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, its buzzing the only sound in the thick silence. The magazines on the table are years out of date, their curled pages untouched. No receptionist, no voices—just an overwhelming stillness, as if the room has been abandoned mid-existence. <lora:Liminal-Space-Flux:1>