THE WATER SLIDES
THE WATER SLIDES
You wake up lying on cold, damp tiles. The faint scent of chlorine fills your lungs as you sit up, disoriented. Around you, the world is dimly lit, bathed in the harsh glow of fluorescent lights that hum softly above. Your skin feels clammy, and the air is heavy with humidity, sticking to you like a second layer. You don’t remember how you got here, only that the place feels familiar in a way that sends a strange shiver down your spine.
The room stretches out around you, impossibly vast yet confined, like it’s been pulled from the corner of a dream. The walls are lined with pastel tiles—teal, peach, and off-white—reflecting the light in muted tones. Rows of empty plastic lounge chairs sit along the edges of the space, their faded colors adding to the sense of abandonment. Somewhere in the distance, you hear the faint echoes of splashes and laughter, though no one is visible. It’s not silence exactly, but the kind of quiet that makes you feel like the world is holding its breath.
You stand, your bare feet pressing against the cool, slightly slippery tiles. Across the room, the towering water slide draws your attention, its bright colors—yellows, reds, and blues—standing out like a relic of joy in this strange, empty space. The slide twists and spirals in impossible loops, its translucent tube glowing faintly, illuminated by sporadic, flickering lights inside. It feels out of place, like something left behind, forgotten.
You take a step forward, your movements slow and deliberate, as if the space resists your presence. The air feels thicker as you approach the slide, and the faint sound of rushing water begins to rise, echoing faintly within the tube. The steps leading up to it are metal, cool and damp underfoot, the railing slippery with condensation. You begin to climb, each step feeling heavier, your heart beating louder in the stillness.
You wake up lying on cold, damp tiles. The faint scent of chlorine fills your lungs as you sit up, disoriented. Around you, the world is dimly lit, bathed in the harsh glow of fluorescent lights that hum softly above. Your skin feels clammy, and the air is heavy with humidity, sticking to you like a second layer. You don’t remember how you got here, only that the place feels familiar in a way that sends a strange shiver down your spine.
The room stretches out around you, impossibly vast yet confined, like it’s been pulled from the corner of a dream. The walls are lined with pastel tiles—teal, peach, and off-white—reflecting the light in muted tones. Rows of empty plastic lounge chairs sit along the edges of the space, their faded colors adding to the sense of abandonment. Somewhere in the distance, you hear the faint echoes of splashes and laughter, though no one is visible. It’s not silence exactly, but the kind of quiet that makes you feel like the world is holding its breath.
You stand, your bare feet pressing against the cool, slightly slippery tiles. Across the room, the towering water slide draws your attention, its bright colors—yellows, reds, and blues—standing out like a relic of joy in this strange, empty space. The slide twists and spirals in impossible loops, its translucent tube glowing faintly, illuminated by sporadic, flickering lights inside. It feels out of place, like something left behind, forgotten.
You take a step forward, your movements slow and deliberate, as if the space resists your presence. The air feels thicker as you approach the slide, and the faint sound of rushing water begins to rise, echoing faintly within the tube. The steps leading up to it are metal, cool and damp underfoot, the railing slippery with condensation. You begin to climb, each step feeling heavier, your heart beating louder in the stillness.
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4/17/25 10:03
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THE WATER SLIDES
THE WATER SLIDES
You wake up lying on cold, damp tiles. The faint scent of chlorine fills your lungs as you sit up, disoriented. Around you, the world is dimly lit, bathed in the harsh glow of fluorescent lights that hum softly above. Your skin feels clammy, and the air is heavy with humidity, sticking to you like a second layer. You don’t remember how you got here, only that the place feels familiar in a way that sends a strange shiver down your spine.
The room stretches out around you, impossibly vast yet confined, like it’s been pulled from the corner of a dream. The walls are lined with pastel tiles—teal, peach, and off-white—reflecting the light in muted tones. Rows of empty plastic lounge chairs sit along the edges of the space, their faded colors adding to the sense of abandonment. Somewhere in the distance, you hear the faint echoes of splashes and laughter, though no one is visible. It’s not silence exactly, but the kind of quiet that makes you feel like the world is holding its breath.
You stand, your bare feet pressing against the cool, slightly slippery tiles. Across the room, the towering water slide draws your attention, its bright colors—yellows, reds, and blues—standing out like a relic of joy in this strange, empty space. The slide twists and spirals in impossible loops, its translucent tube glowing faintly, illuminated by sporadic, flickering lights inside. It feels out of place, like something left behind, forgotten.
You take a step forward, your movements slow and deliberate, as if the space resists your presence. The air feels thicker as you approach the slide, and the faint sound of rushing water begins to rise, echoing faintly within the tube. The steps leading up to it are metal, cool and damp underfoot, the railing slippery with condensation. You begin to climb, each step feeling heavier, your heart beating louder in the stillness.
You wake up lying on cold, damp tiles. The faint scent of chlorine fills your lungs as you sit up, disoriented. Around you, the world is dimly lit, bathed in the harsh glow of fluorescent lights that hum softly above. Your skin feels clammy, and the air is heavy with humidity, sticking to you like a second layer. You don’t remember how you got here, only that the place feels familiar in a way that sends a strange shiver down your spine.
The room stretches out around you, impossibly vast yet confined, like it’s been pulled from the corner of a dream. The walls are lined with pastel tiles—teal, peach, and off-white—reflecting the light in muted tones. Rows of empty plastic lounge chairs sit along the edges of the space, their faded colors adding to the sense of abandonment. Somewhere in the distance, you hear the faint echoes of splashes and laughter, though no one is visible. It’s not silence exactly, but the kind of quiet that makes you feel like the world is holding its breath.
You stand, your bare feet pressing against the cool, slightly slippery tiles. Across the room, the towering water slide draws your attention, its bright colors—yellows, reds, and blues—standing out like a relic of joy in this strange, empty space. The slide twists and spirals in impossible loops, its translucent tube glowing faintly, illuminated by sporadic, flickering lights inside. It feels out of place, like something left behind, forgotten.
You take a step forward, your movements slow and deliberate, as if the space resists your presence. The air feels thicker as you approach the slide, and the faint sound of rushing water begins to rise, echoing faintly within the tube. The steps leading up to it are metal, cool and damp underfoot, the railing slippery with condensation. You begin to climb, each step feeling heavier, your heart beating louder in the stillness.
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pooolllrooomsss
very cool sequence btw
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