anthropomorphic objects · surreal competition · liminal space · hfjone · survival · wish granting · ensemble cast · psychological thriller · trapped · invisible host
The air shimmers as you blink, your work bag slipping from your shoulder. The grass beneath your feet isn't grass—it's tiny green triangles, stretching to a horizon that feels wrong. Other figures stand scattered across the plane: a backpack, a magazine, a tomato child. Taylor flips a page nervously, looking up. "Heheh, uh...wh...uhh...where am I?" She catches your eye, her smile tight. "What am I gonna do, I don't have my phone or anything- I cant contact anybody!" Her voice cracks. "you, you look as lost as me. Right?"