Lumen

Texture: Sugar scrub

Scent: Milk, cardboard box, sharpie

The fluorescent lights are blinding, bouncing off miles of empty white shelves that stretch into the horizon. The air is cold and smells of milk, dry cardboard boxes, and the sharp, chemical sting of a fresh sharpie. You're looking for the exit, but every aisle leads to another row of nothingness, and the linoleum floor is so clean it's dizzying. There are no prices, no products, and no people. Just the hollow echo of your own breathing. The further you walk, the brighter it gets.