A liminal space within Ganon’s Tower from The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time—a colossal fortress where time and reality feel fractured. The stone walls, blackened and cracked, pulse faintly with an eerie, reddish glow, as if something ancient and malevolent breathes within them. The vast halls stretch endlessly, their architecture impossibly twisted, leading into dark voids where the eye cannot pierce. A deep, low hum vibrates through the air, neither mechanical nor alive, an oppressive sound that never ceases. The flickering torches cast elongated, unnatural shadows, twisting unnervingly as if they move of their own will. The grand staircases ascend into darkness, the air thick with the scent of smoke, iron, and something older—something watching, waiting. Though the castle is abandoned, the presence of its master lingers in every corner. The throne room stands at the summit, shrouded in unnatural silence. The space between the walls feels too wide, too empty, yet suffocating. This is not just a fortress—it is a prison of power, a void where reality bends, a place that exists only to mark the end of all things