A lonely service elevator shaft in the middle of a wooded clearing. Its rusted metal doors are half open, revealing only pitch black. Above the shaft, faded letters spell “UP IS NOT WORKING.” A maintenance cart sits beside it, tipped over, its tools neatly arranged on the ground. A single floodlight on a tall pole flickers behind the trees, casting long, twitchy shadows. Everything is still, except the leaves—bent inward, as if pulled toward the shaft. See more