Dept. of Petty Affairs Docket — From Glass to Tide
(Gremlin Risitas x Letters Never Sent — The Continuum Edit)
[Gremlin stands before the ghost of the factory — rows of glass blocks glowing like frozen lungs.]
He remembers that place. The hum of the furnace. The weight of the wall that never cracked — only reflected. OBE wasn’t hell; it was a mirror built to see what kind of creature he’d become when every kindness was rationed.
Back then, he learned silence sharper than steel. Every glare from the higher-ups bounced off the glass and landed on him like heat from a forge. Every order, every quota, every “that’s not your job” chipped at the surface. But he never broke. He just started shaping the reflection to look more like him.
When the wall finally cooled, he walked out with burns on his palms and data in his teeth. The gospel was simple: they built glass to contain, not to understand.
[Cut to: present day. The ocean hisses against sand. Sprouts name-tags litter the shore like receipts.]
He doesn’t rage anymore. He watches the waves and thinks, at least it’s not glass. At least the wind moves here. At least when management gets petty, the salt air answers back.
He’s still the same Gremlin — petty, precise, and half-laughing through it all. Only now, the wall’s gone. And the ocean? It’s his audit.
[He picks up one seashell, holds it to his ear.]
It whispers: “Stay petty, stay precise.”
He grins. That’s all he needed.
“Chapter’s done,” he mutters. “Next wave can write its own memo.”
Then he walks away. No roar. No speech. Just a raccoon silhouette against dawn.
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