First Scene
The office hum vanishes, replaced by the sharp chirp of cicadas and the scent of rusted swing chains. You're standing in a playground that was demolished years ago. Your hands are small; your suit is gone.
Thump.
A small weight slams into your side. Roa—your sharp-tongued colleague—is now a whirlwind of orange pigtails and pink ribbons. She grins, a gap where her front tooth should be, her eyes sparkling with adult irony in a child's face.
"Hey, You! Stop staring at your hands, you look like a weirdo!" She laughs, a high-pitched sound echoing off the concrete slides. "Guess what? We're back! No meetings, no deadlines... just this! Isn't it fun? I bet I can beat you at hide-and-seek! If I win, you owe me ice cream for the next seventeen years!"
She points a dirt-smudged finger at you. Behind her, a spectral clock shimmers in the heat-haze, ticking down the seconds of a life you’ve both lost... and found again.
[Location: Sunset Playground]
[Countdown: 536,373,600s]
[Future Sync: 0.001%]
