The little room had a fairly spacious interior, but its furnishings were extremely basic: just a few sets of old-fashioned sofas and a table.
Yet soon, this seemingly unremarkable space, decorated like an old house from the eighties or nineties of the previous century, began to exude an eerie atmosphere utterly at odds with "safety." With a little attention, one would discover that the source of this eerie presence was the easily overlooked... "background" beyond this limited space.
That background was the walls of the Dorm Supervisor's Office.
The lighting inside the Dorm Supervisor's Office was dim. Although an Incandescent Light hung overhead, its light was pitifully weak, and almost all the illumination in the office came from the Old Kerosene Lamp on the table.
Even without an owner, sitting quietly on the table, the Old Kerosene Lamp continued to work steadily. It sustained a substantial area of illumination inside the Dorm Supervisor's Office, enveloping the old-fashioned sofas together with the Incandescent Light.
But the wall behind those old-fashioned sofas was consequently left dim and hazy.
The walls of the Dorm Supervisor's Office had a subtle presence. Without looking at them, one would feel that they were simply there, enclosing this so-called space and making it a square "room"-the Dorm Supervisor's Office.
But a close look would reveal that these walls were illusory, like a phantom barrier formed by countless overlapping shadows. Their existence lay between reality and illusion, as though what constituted their boundaries was not a wall on the level of individual cognition, but something forcibly overwritten into cognition.
Their existence depended on the boundary formed by the light of the Old Kerosene Lamp on the table.
Without that light, it was unclear whether these walls could continue to exist.
Something very thin seemed to be pinned beneath