January 25, 2023 // By Izzy Love
The elevator shot up, shifted to the side some ways and exceeded thousands of feet in a mere minute. Yet Kristen barely felt it move or stumble. She suddenly felt lightheaded as the doors opened. Brock’s office was like a ballroom in its vast space, ornate furnishings. Every clear space that wasn’t taken by stacks of paper was decorated in models. She spotted cities, neighborhood dioramas, even prototypes of the park’s statues. All were clustered together in a disorganized mess...