Central - Dirk
Central Dirk turned slowly. He put his glasses back on. The orange tint returned to the world, and the vulnerability in his eyes vanished, replaced by the mirrored reflection of the room.
The room was perfectly spherical. The walls were not walls, but screens, currently dormant, showing only the reflection of the man in the center. He looked tired. He looked like a man in his late twenties who had seen the timeline of a universe stretch out like a taffy pull, only to snap back and hit him in the face. central dirk
The door to the spherical chamber hissed open. It was the only breach in the perfect geometry of the room. Central Dirk turned slowly
Dirk sat back on his foam block. He watched the screens flicker. He realized the irony of his existence: he had isolated himself in the center of the labyrinth to become the perfect observer, but the only thing worth observing was the connection he was afraid to lose. The room was perfectly spherical
He stood up. The movement was fluid, practiced. He walked to the edge of the sphere and pressed a hand against the cool glass of the screen.