Surrelics: Lobby Eternum

They’ve been standing here for years. Or maybe it’s only ever been this moment, stretched thin.

Instructions were given long ago— wait here, welcome them, don’t blink.

Their faces forgot themselves first. Then the legs. Now, even the floor has begun to remember them.

No one checks in. No one checks out. But the lights stay on, and the uniforms are always pressed.

In Lobby Eternum, time is customer service, and the guests are made of silence.