Wrathful Atlas

A calm corner besets you under the city of machines. The ominous presence from the dark corner draws you in despite the paradoxical feelings inside you. Past the dark shadows guarding the entrance of this corner, you come across a sleeping fox on a cardboard platform surrounded by a stack of books scattered in an uncategorical manner. You gingerly approach wishing not to wake the fox and lie down next to the soft creature. Dreams soon envelop and overpower the worn and tired mind that is you and what happens next is surreal.