FIRMAMENT

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FIRMAMENT †

Down in the vacant valley‚ the barren buildings of previously bustling businesses and happy homes sit EVER UNMOVING․ Ashes and soot rise to the sky that has no sun‚ for this world has been met with the great gloaming․ The plagued rats engorge themselves on remains and garbage.

This is where your family rests.

You found yourself rescued by an angel, a job offer that was your one way ticket out of the valley.

The artificial skyline quietly hums above the busy streets basking in it’s conjured light, barely visible between the goliath structures.

faceless drones go from destination to destination. Their autopilot program executed with precise accuracy.

Looking up at the unfathomable never-ending tower of optimized productivity, you feel nauseous. The behemoth of a headquarters pierces through the fraud sky. You feel as if this building was laid out before you horizontally, the walk across it would be a journey interminable, spanning further than the circumference of earth itself. The traffic behind you roars as pedestrians bump past you with little care as you swallow the discontentment, entering FIRMAMENT Ltd.

The lobby is pristine, marbled floors accompanied by great pillars holding the world itself up. At a lonely desk in the middle of the room, sits a young lady giving you a welcoming look.

You approach and take her in: rat, naive, ready to please. She is the threshold to the sanctum, and this is her nexus.

“We’ve been expecting you.”

“Yeah, hey. I am the fresh meat.”

“Take the elevator.”