You spot a glowing “Coffee Shop” sign—no lattes here, just fat joints and mind-melting visuals. The room warps into a kaleidoscope of green and blue as a wild menu floats your way.

Strains like White Widow and Amnesia Haze dance across the page like weed-powered superheroes. You take a hit—and reality bends like rubber. Welcome to the high beyond, fam. 🌿🌀💨

You step outside and—holy shit—the streets are covered in hash. It’s all warm and sticky, like the best dab you’ve ever taken. The buildings look like giant grinders, and every corner smells like a different strain. You’re practically swimming in skunk, but it feels right. You take another step, and the ground ripples beneath you. Am I walking or flying? Does it matter? 

The walls are alive, dude—covered in street art that moves. Graffiti characters puffin’ blunts, chillin’ hard, and one even waves at you, “Welcome to the tribe, my dude. You’re one of us now.”

You laugh… or maybe the wall laughs with you. Doesn’t matter. You’re part of the vibe now—high, happy, and home. 🎨🌿😵‍💫