Scaled colleagues drift through glass, drowning in spreadsheets.

Somewhere between a dream and a Monday morning, the sea has quietly colonized the open-plan office, filling glass tanks where colleagues once sat. The fish stare with the same weighted resignation as any cubicle worker, their coffee mugs a small, stubborn claim on dignity. Water and fluorescence conspire to make the mundane and the impossible feel equally plausible.

Jul 2, 2026

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