From Shrimp Boy to Slapjack: System Activated

Air

Days bled into one another, a monotonous symphony of oppressive silence. The once-vibrant melody of the Zephyr mansion had been reduced to a single, discordant note - the stifling quietude that hung heavy in the air. Gone were the pointed barbs and veiled pronouncements that used to punctuate our interactions. Zephyr had retreated into a shell of icy silence, a stark contrast to the raw vulnerability she'd displayed in the study.

I wandered the cavernous halls, a ghost in my own life. The opulent furnishings mocked me, their grandeur a constant reminder of the gilded cage I inhabited. The silence echoed in the empty rooms, amplifying the confusion swirling within me.

Zephyr's silence spoke volumes. It was a cold, calculated punishment, a weapon wielded to maintain control by fostering uncertainty. Was I meant to apologise? To beg for forgiveness? Or was this a test of some kind, a challenge to see if I would break, if I would crumble under the weight of her displeasure?

The thought of