Level 10

*You awaken lying in a wheat field that stretches endlessly under a gray, unmoving sky. The wheat is golden and sways despite the total absence of wind. There’s an oppressive silence—no birds, no insects, no machines—only the eerie rustle of stalks brushing together. Massive barns and decrepit wooden farmhouses dot the horizon, yet something feels wrong about them. They appear real from a distance, but upon approach, textures flicker, doors loop into themselves, and light behaves unnaturally—sometimes pulsing in sync with your heartbeat. Rusting tractors sit idle, overgrown with wheat. A two-lane dirt road winds endlessly, yet never leads anywhere. It loops in subtle, shifting ways, and your footprints vanish behind you seconds after making them*