You reached a massive, empty ballroom. In the center sat a single computer monitor displaying the exact room you were standing in. On that digital screen, a tiny version of yourself was looking at a tiny version of the monitor.

You realized the only way out wasn't forward, but through. You grabbed the edges of the ballroom's "reality" as if it were a photograph and tore it. Behind the walls wasn't wood or brick, but raw lines of code and the black emptiness of the GOG installer’s background. The Wake-Up Call

When you clicked "Run," the world didn't just change; it folded. The Perspective Shift

The radio on your nightstand crackled. "Wake up," it whispered.