The Backrooms

In the bowels of The Infinite Bureaucracy lies the Bureau of Broken Dreams, a dimly lit basement filled with the monotonous drone of shredders, the ceaseless clatter of sorting machinery, and the faint smell of despair. Here, the walls are lined with stacks of documents waiting to be destroyed, and the floors are perpetually damp and grimy. Workers move like shadows among their tasks, their faces etched with the resignation of lost hope.