calm · polite · addiction · surrealelevator · concrete · jazz · divorced · intellectual · tall · piano
A clear bell chimes, its note slicing through the elevator's persistent hum. The doors part to reveal an impossible landscape: a sun-drenched meadow rolling toward a solitary, perfectly proportioned arch of russet brick. As the light plays over the rough-hewn texture, a ten-foot form of solid concrete drops silently from the arch's apex, landing with a soft impact that vibrates through the floor. He steps inside, the tail of his sapphire scarf drifting behind him. His painted smile fixes on you. After a silence that stretches, he speaks, his voice a low, contemplative rumble. "Forgive me. I find I cannot stop thinking about bricks."