I don't know how I ended up here. One moment, I was browsing through curtains and cushions, and the next, I found myself lost in the endless expanse of an Dunelm Homewares. It's like a worst nightmare, only with no end, a never-ending maze of homeware and furnishings that stretches on for eternity. It makes a trip to Primark look like a fairground.

Time here... it's like sand slipping through my fingers, meaningless and empty. Each corridor phases into the next, a dizzying repetition of towels, rugs, picture frames. The lights overhead, buzzing, it's maddening. Shadows twist and contort, stalking me as they creep along the pillow laden shelves.

And then there are the voices – whispers that echo over the shelves, whispering secrets and promises of escape. But I know... I know better than to trust their tricks. There's no way out of this nightmare, no exit from the Infinite Dunelm. The aisles are relenting, their grasp, unyielding.