A Recollection
A Recollection
A Recollection
A third shift worker and the soul contractor is left in the afterhours of a skyscraper found near the heart of the sinful city of Arstafas.
His search for truth is buried behind the dull grey corporate walls, the prayers he hears bring him to the brink of maddness, and the interactions he survives perhaps pushes him beyond. As he reads through leftover letters from ex-employees, what he finds are lost dreams, dead desires, and last hopes.
The cosmic janitor feels it is his duty to put together the broken pieces.
Existential dread, divine rebellion, and the thin line between salvation and oblivion - every corner of the office is a journey through the mundane and the mystical, every letter holds a secret, and every sweep of the broom is a step closer to apocalyptic revelations.
Is it really all in his head or is he truly the angel of death?
A third shift worker and the soul contractor is left in the afterhours of a skyscraper found near the heart of the sinful city of Arstafas.
His search for truth is buried behind the dull grey corporate walls, the prayers he hears bring him to the brink of maddness, and the interactions he survives perhaps pushes him beyond. As he reads through leftover letters from ex-employees, what he finds are lost dreams, dead desires, and last hopes.
The cosmic janitor feels it is his duty to put together the broken pieces.
Existential dread, divine rebellion, and the thin line between salvation and oblivion - every corner of the office is a journey through the mundane and the mystical, every letter holds a secret, and every sweep of the broom is a step closer to apocalyptic revelations.
Is it really all in his head or is he truly the angel of death?
A third shift worker and the soul contractor is left in the afterhours of a skyscraper found near the heart of the sinful city of Arstafas.
His search for truth is buried behind the dull grey corporate walls, the prayers he hears bring him to the brink of maddness, and the interactions he survives perhaps pushes him beyond. As he reads through leftover letters from ex-employees, what he finds are lost dreams, dead desires, and last hopes.
The cosmic janitor feels it is his duty to put together the broken pieces.
Existential dread, divine rebellion, and the thin line between salvation and oblivion - every corner of the office is a journey through the mundane and the mystical, every letter holds a secret, and every sweep of the broom is a step closer to apocalyptic revelations.
Is it really all in his head or is he truly the angel of death?
