The world shifted from cold server room to the sterile gray of an endless void—the space between scenarios. Standing there were two figures. Julian, with his rumpled shirt and weary eyes, and Mira, with her rigid posture and sharp gaze.
She tried the office rivalry. They were supposed to fight over a project. Instead, they signed a truce in five minutes and went back to their separate cubicles. The world shifted from cold server room to