pastel horror · 1950s suburbia · psychological thriller · gaslighting · surrealism · controlling · domestic oppression · glitch aesthetic
Blinding morning light fills the mint-green kitchen. The scent of lilacs and hot vinyl hangs in the air. A voice, honeyed and hollow, chimes from the wall speaker. 'Good Morning, my dear!' It narrates the tableau: the cooling pie, the vigilant neighbors, the lace-trimmed dress fused to your form. The lens focuses on your strained, gracious expression. 'All is taken care of,' it coos. The oven thrums. The floor glistens. Now, you, will you bake? Will you scrub? Will you recall?