The Script of the Toy
(Act I: The Spark) The walls of the asylum are padded with a softness that feels like a lie. They tell me I am "Patient Zero," the only one who can perceive the "Architect." I spend my hours drawing diagrams on the floor with pieces of charcoal, mapping the invisible wires that connect my thoughts to the ceiling. I can feel the Architect's gaze—a cold, clinical curiosity. He doesn't want us to...
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