Synopsis

She felt the familiar weight of expectation, a dull ache behind her eyes. It was always the same: to orchestrate affection, to nudge characters toward romance within the confines of the story. A role she despised. Even the act of destruction – smashing the plaster casts, a desperate attempt to break free – proved futile; the world simply reformed itself, stubbornly returning to its intended state. "Did you see the black hole at the library?" Dan Oh asked Dried Squid, his voice laced with cur