This room is covered in grassy wallpaper top to bottom, except for the floor, which is painted like a starry night. A picnic blanket lays under your feet, and with it, a wooden basket. Curious, you go to reach a hand in. 

You’re greeted with a cold, squirming sensation inside: ants. Ants everywhere, where you wouldn’t have noticed them, at first. They’re crawling in the basket, on the table, on the cracks of the wall. And now, all over you. 

You shake your hand off the basket in a fever. You’ve got them all off, at least for now. 

Your gaze shifts to the cracks. Unless...

No. Time to move on.