The letters cluttered inside this four-cornered room and I stood on a side of it.
[You're a cleaner, aren't you? A commission tasked from the wings of Olympus, he asks you to sort it all.]
"Inbox of Olympus, " I breathed out slightly disappointed, maybe because I'm used to the director's twists inside the domain. Person A and Person B, are friends but he pulls those strings apart through their pasts and mistakes and gives them a breaking point and a choice. That choice depends on the humans themselves and each one of them presently in a bow in the most unique way possible. These gods already know it. "Are you seriously enjoying that commission? For me to sort stuff?" Before the commissioner replies I answer, "SIGHT"
As the lights on the room entered getting it all filtered with my eyes I saw faint little moving translucent objects with a word written on them.
Love
Love
Bills
Accepted
Declined
Bills
The contents of these are summarized carefully capturing the main theme of the object that my vision has laid upon, that's the "sight".
[Don't you think that's an awful way to read letters, an unappreciative cleaner?] A voice came, and the answer was not one I'd heard with my ears alone something that echoed from some unknown distance. Is this the voice of a god? It is feminine yet carries an uncanny power. It seemed to reach me from no mortal throat, but from the very realm that guides our steps from beyond.
[Letters are meant to be read.]
"If it is for you that is meant to be. But it looks like you have no sense of privacy then." I replied blatantly ignoring the way the god shoves his ideals to me. What did this god want with my letter sorting? Wasn't there someone more important than me who should have access to it?
...
"Any other words to say?'
Silence. The silence was so long that I thought that god had already left, but then finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I could hear the sound of a sigh. [To have that kind of appreciation towards letters, you must have read a few letters in your lifetime, cleaner.] He said, his tone gentle and almost amused. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about the god who spoke to me. His words lingered in the air, making me wonder if I had indeed missed out on something significant by not reading the letters entrusted to me.
"Out of all people, you should know I haven't experienced receiving one."
[Mhm. Well said, you are very aware of it I see.] As a cleaner, I am always contracted for this strange sorting challenge inside our place, and at this time sorting is the same goal here. It was to methodically organize the piles of letters and parcels strewn about and the timer is counting down. I shouldn't have talked to this "god". I stomped towards the ground, flicking the letters floating for a few seconds letting me scan as I saw some of it. I let my foot land once more, pushing it all in the air as I did once more separating it.
"And you care about me assorting it when I need the forwardly dated one right now."
[I know.] This guy.
Yet some patterns emerged the longer I looked.
The four-cornered walls stood still as I watched as sudden scenes happened before my eyes, the walls broke apart, and debris fell down.
"Did the fire started already?!" A blank line. No one answered back. The smoke slowly filled it and my head felt heavy, with a slight ringing in my ears but then my eyes saw silhouettes of people moving towards different directions, the ceilings no longer present as the purple-colored sky welcomed me. A cold breeze brushed over my face, making my hair rise, as the clouds parted, allowing rays of sunshine to hit my skin and eyes blinding me for a few seconds before seeing silhouettes, walking trailing around the white dashes of lines on the ground, crosswalk in intersecting roads. I squeezed my eyes shut against the blinding flash, feeling disoriented. When the light faded, the sounds of the city returned - car engines, shouting voices, footsteps pounding the pavement. I opened my eyes to find myself once more in Shibuya Crossing, though it seemed different somehow. I tried to take a step, feeling as if my legs would give away under me yet surrounded by a surreal and haunting atmosphere. The air hung heavy with an unexplainable sense of foreboding, sending a shiver down my spine. This place, though vaguely familiar, seemed distorted and twisted, as if reality itself had been tampered with. Confusion and frustration welled up within me, and I couldn't help but mutter under my breath, "Out of all people, you should know I haven't experienced receiving one."
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I Was Assigned to be a Cleaner of the Towers/Domains (Fate Cleaners)
Action[The trial has finished.] What do you mean? You've never seen what's inside the towers and domains after the people got out? In every story, there are towers, domains, and portals that you've known. Adventurers come and go and leave everybody who wa...
