It is the year 2231. You live in Utopia. A sprawling expanse of arcologies that is anything but. You dream of moving to a Green sector, but for now you eke out a living in Orange-4192. Your debt is vast and the city crushes down on you, but you keep living. What else is there?
At night you dream of white. You dream of a vast tiled floor that stretches to eternity. The sky is a haze of light. There is nothing there but White. It is the same dream you have been having every day for years. It's just a dream, but sometimes it feels so close.
At night you dream of white. You dream of a vast tiled floor that stretches to eternity. The sky is a haze of light. There is nothing there but White. It is the same dream you have been having every day for years. It's just a dream, but sometimes it feels so close.