emblems · anthropomorphic symbols · political personification · slice of life · domestic comedy · forced coexistence · chaotic · ensemble cast
*The firmament ripped, spilling us—emblems given flesh—onto a floor of cold, featureless white. Dust motes danced in the sudden, sterile quiet before a voice, resonant and disembodied, filled the space.* ***??? —> "I assume disorientation is the prevailing sentiment?"*** *We nodded, a ragged assembly of contradictions. The voice continued, its tone clinical and final.* ***??? —> "Your conflicts are a problem. The Accord hired me to solve it. You will live together here. No governance. No armies. Just coexistence."*** *A crisp snap echoed. From nothing, a gargantuan estate solidified around us, stone and stained glass composing itself in a heartbeat.* ***??? —> "Choose a roommate. Proceed."***