☆☽.dorian.☆☽

You're at the local mall, Cherry Hill Mall to be exact; your favorite spot to go shopping on the weekends. You decide to go to Spencer's, hoping to buy something from the back, so you start your journey through the narrow jungle of graphic shirts. You feel like you've been walking farther than you expected to. You continue anyways, walking further and further.

You start to notice that the further you walk, the older the surrounding merchandise seems to get. You see stuff from the 2000s, now the 90s, now the 80s. You feel like you've been walking for hours now. Not only does the store's stock seem to be from years and years ago, it looks like it's the same for the other customers, who look at you weirdly in their bell-bottoms and arm warmers.

You hope that you can find some way out, there has to be an employee or somebody near. You continue, running further into the store and further behind in time, until finally, you see a door. Finally, an escape from this vast expanse. You open the door and hear a voice.

"Oh, hello, welcome to Spencer Gifts! How may I help you today?"