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W A K E U P > Six people sit in a circle, eyes blinking open and realizing they weren't where they were before. In the space of a breath, in the space of a blink, in the space of one thought to the next, things have shifted. They sit on the wet pavement of the top floor of a parking garage in the middle of the night, sky bright from anything but stars. There is a bright neon city surrounding them on either sides. There is no exit to the parking lot. If one ventures to the edge of roof, they will see no ground. Just city, going further and further, lower and lower into the earth. There are two bright red rectangular doorways standing side by side. One a bright GREEN. The other, a bright RED. There's no visible door knob. Is it even a door? Then in front of them, a message hovers, as if being typed right onto the air: