The Roadside Lodge Motel
A Transient Zone in the appearance of an old retro motel. Appearing in several cities at the same time. Rooms seem to switch and change at its own will.
The motel stood as a relic of a bygone era, its weary façade peeling paint and a faded neon sign announcing "The Roadside Lodge Motel." The dimly lit parking lot held a few scattered cars under a starless night sky. Each room had a solitary window, their curtains drawn to conceal the secrets within.
A flickering vacancy sign buzzed intermittently, casting eerie shadows that danced on the cracked pavement. Inside, the air held the faint scent of aged memories and stale cigarettes, a timeless aroma shared by all motels of its kind. It was a place where travellers stopped briefly, leaving little trace of their existence, and where the passage of time had rendered it no more than a stopover in the journey of countless others.