In the corner of the room, a small door slides sideways, into the wall rather than away from it, and a small service robot glides in effortlessly. It’s a tiny thing. A plain yet shiny round body, wheels for legs, and, in its skinny outstretched arms, it holds a tray loaded with toast topped real ...
It’s spectacularly ablaze, as if the Goddess herself touched it with an angry hand. An orange glow bounces off everything. My shadow isn’t so much of a shadow anymore, but a short figure in brown robes, twirling two razor-thin swords at a pair of ghoulish, bald, troll-like beasts. In a matter of ...