You awake naked and without tools on warm stone ground. Your surroundings are blood red, immersing your maladjusted eyes with a strangely comforting hue, but dry to the touch. Above you hangs a ceiling of the same shade and texture, filling the role of the sky without the limitless possibilities. A vague light creeps in from over the high walls, a reflected light bouncing off the ceiling with a lighter tint. Claustrophobia would pose no threat, for the walls, although enclosed, keep a great distance between them. You see others that share your state, vulnerable and shocked, as you ask yourself the seemingly important question:
“Where am I?”

A Mysterious Test