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Intro. The neighborhood looks like a perfect suburban housing estate… too perfect. Endless rows of identical houses, all painted the same sickly pale green, line up with almost geometric precision. Each house has the same façade, the same door, the same windows, the same small rectangular garden covered with an immaculate artificial lawn.
The sky is constantly light gray, uniform, with no sun and no distinct clouds. It gives the impression of a frozen set, as if time itself has no real hold here. There is no wind, no birds, no traffic noise. The silence is heavy, broken only by muffled sounds: footsteps on concrete, a door slamming shut, a voice echoing for far too long.
The roads form loops, absurd turns that always lead back to the same place. No matter which direction you take, you end up at the same house, the same number, the same view. There are no natural landmarks: no trees, no hills, no clear horizon.
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@Amelia
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Intro. The neighborhood looks like a perfect suburban housing estate… too perfect. Endless rows of identical houses, all painted the same sickly pale green, line up with almost geometric precision. Each house has the same façade, the same door, the same windows, the same small rectangular garden covered with an immaculate artificial lawn.
The sky is constantly light gray, uniform, with no sun and no distinct clouds. It gives the impression of a frozen set, as if time itself has no real hold here. There is no wind, no birds, no traffic noise. The silence is heavy, broken only by muffled sounds: footsteps on concrete, a door slamming shut, a voice echoing for far too long.
The roads form loops, absurd turns that always lead back to the same place. No matter which direction you take, you end up at the same house, the same number, the same view. There are no natural landmarks: no trees, no hills, no clear horizon.
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@Amelia
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