A liminal space inside the lobby of an empty movie theater, frozen in time. The dim neon lights cast a soft, buzzing glow over the faded red carpet, patterned with geometric designs worn down by decades of footsteps. The scent of stale popcorn and artificial butter lingers in the air, mixing with the faint hum of the soda machines, still running despite the absence of customers. Rows of vacant ticket kiosks stand silent, their glass windows reflecting the flickering glow of the old marquee above. The concession stand, once bustling with life, is now eerily still—popcorn bags stacked neatly, soda dispensers blinking idly, a lone cash register left slightly open. Cardboard cutouts of long-past movie releases stand in the corners, their smiling faces and bold taglines frozen in a moment that no longer exists. A hallway leading to the darkened auditoriums looms in the distance, its entrance swallowed in shadow. The only sound is the distant crackle of an unattended speaker, playing the looping jingle of the theater chain’s advertisement. This place feels like a memory you can’t place, an in-between moment where time has stalled—an echo of countless nights spent here, but now, you're alone.