You wake up in a plastic room where everything is already labeled with your name—but in someone else’s handwriting. They gave you a route—go, your shape is waiting. Look out the window—identical houses, identical windows, identical windows. Take a breath, now you’re a symbol. Frame skips instead of movement. They keep sending you invitations until you say, “Thanks, I liked everything.” And you say it. You’re doing great. You wait for the next scene. Everyone’s glad you stayed. But no one remembers where you came from. Sound desging by Solar.W