Jared stifled a yawn as he and the siblings started to descend the silent escalator of the mall, its once vibrant hum now replaced by an eerie silence. The clock, perched on a nearby pillar, silently marked the passage of time, its hands signaling the late hour- past 11 o'clock in the morning. Though daylight streamed through the glass ceiling, Jared couldn't shake off the overwhelming fatigue that weighed upon him, a heavy cloak draped over his shoulders despite the hour.
The previous evening had brought an unsettling revelation- despite the passage of time, the Beryl Mall remained frozen in a state of suspended animation, its surroundings unchanged and undisturbed. It was as if time itself had come to a standstill, leaving the mall suspended in a perpetual state of twilight.