Impossible Landscapes

Fear is a fractal and your world is a lie. A horror freed from an antique book reverberates through reality, shaking things, reordering them them and making them run like wax. Doors open to endless Victorian hallways where threats stalk the shadows on clockwork limbs, cold metal seeking the warmth of blood and bone. Madness pursues at every turn, baring its teeth to speak your name, and you can't escape because it's inside you.