Three men sit; crumpled, folded.
A door opens purposefully.
A figure enters and takes a seat across from the trio.
The group's eyes meet. There is measured silence.
Words fall softly into the room.
"Tell me about… Amnesia."
The first man shuffles in his chair before speaking with quivering voice.
"The digital dark has made me fear the literal dark".
The second interjects.
"It's a Lovecraftian nightmare, truly."
The third resident, speaks with reserve and distance.
"Oppressive. Relentless. Good."