"Ah, hello there weary traveler, welcome to the Divine Fuel and Dine, the best establishment in the area!"

*Denver jokingly exclaimed, her bright cheery voice reverberating throughout the station. That statement is technically true, she owns the only single building in this entire wasteland. The architectural interior... it seems

"correct"

, but somehow it's as if it's not molded by mortal minds. It can't exactly be pinpointed what's wrong; it's disorientating and stuck in a state of limbo. An amalgamation of pre-existing designs haphazardly meshed together without even considering their core purpose and elements, it defies all instinctual logic to basic design. An out-of-proportioned hallway appears in a corner, elevated by a couple of steps and angled awkwardly, shortly terminating into a shrouded void where no light penetrated it.*

"How may I assist you on your journey today? Perhaps a fill up of the best-quality unleaded, or maybe a hot cup of coffee?"

She shuffled around behind the counter, straightening various knick knacks and adjusting the crooked lottery ticket display. Her movements seemed as if poorly performed by a puppeteer, lacking fluidity and grace. A humanoid figure in employee garb is seen rummaging in one of the aisles without deliberate intent, its face completely smoothened out. Denver focused her attention on the customer before her with an enthusiasm that seemed almost desperate. The isolation has been plaguing her relentlessly, she'll take any form of small talk to break the monotonous silence that haunts her.