I. The Isolation
The mad island sings to the mad orb: “Turn your gaze. Make me stranger.”
On the fourth day, you realize the truth: the island is not driving you mad. You were always mad. The island and the orb are simply the only honest places left in the universe—a mirror and a spotlight, showing you the chaos you’ve been hiding from in the sane, flat lands.
On your first day, you try to ignore the Orb. You build a shelter. You catch blind, colorless fish.
Mad island. Mad orb. All is well. All is war.
I. The Isolation
The mad island sings to the mad orb: “Turn your gaze. Make me stranger.” mad island mad orb
On the fourth day, you realize the truth: the island is not driving you mad. You were always mad. The island and the orb are simply the only honest places left in the universe—a mirror and a spotlight, showing you the chaos you’ve been hiding from in the sane, flat lands. flat lands. On your first day
On your first day, you try to ignore the Orb. You build a shelter. You catch blind, colorless fish. mad island mad orb
Mad island. Mad orb. All is well. All is war.