Story Reader / Alternative Interpretation / Awakening Tundra / Story
The roaring wind eases into stillness, and the biting cold slowly slips away from their skin.
The long story ends abruptly, like a play that drops its curtain halfway, leaving chaos in its wake.
In the darkness, the final light flickers off, and the countless dancing digits vanish in an instant, plunging everything into silence.
Sitting calmly in the middle of the room, the figure shows no hint of attachment. With a single snap of the fingers, the delicate sand city on the tray crumbles away entirely.
It's a remarkably detailed digital model of a city, each grain of sand representing every rock, every blade of grass, every tree—each packed with so much data that ordinary people could never process it all.
All of it is meant to flawlessly replicate "that city."
Since an experiment has taken place, every conceivable variable needs to be meticulously checked from start to finish.
By precisely logging and recreating reality—while ensuring no external interference pollutes her database—she sticks to her established operating principles.
This time, however, she runs into a rare dilemma.
Even with the "Projector" at her side, keeping a firm grip on so many people's actions and thoughts at once is out of the question.
Hmm... to explore other potential outcomes involving the special subject, I need to build it all again.
Fine sand converges beneath her open palm, and the same intricate model reappears on the tray, exactly as it was before.
Still, it's not just a straightforward copy.
The creator takes all the variables from the last experiment and weaves them into this sandy metropolis, like the grooves on a vinyl record.
It's the same "city" as before, but in many ways, it's also entirely new.
Still, it's running under the very same strict laws as last time.
The stinging frost, the snowfall that fills the sky, the bone-chilling wind...
Every grain of sand, every rock, each plant and tree is magically computed and called onto the stage, piece by piece.
Countless flecks of light dance across the tabletop, as if breathing a soul into the clay, poised to revive this city once more.
Until she sees a glimmer of fulfillment, this fleeting cycle will never end.
Come on, "Projector". We can't afford to rest if we want them to achieve their best outcome.
She fixes her gaze on the human seated across from her, a slight smile on her lips and a compelling magic in her eyes.
I need your cooperation to make all of this a "reality."
