LOAD A SAVED GAME TO RESTORE THE FLOW OF FATE, OR LIVE IN THE CURSED WORLD THAT HUMANS HAVE CREATED 

 MID FALL MODIFIED DREAM  

Relative.Berlin 
Katya Quel Elizarova 

Sally Von Rosen
Sofiia Stepanova

Franco Palioff
Mary-Audrey Ramirez

Synthtati
Christian Thomsen

The elf was in a hurry. She ran along the forest paths so that she would not be noticed, but even through the many miles of forest she could feel the smoke of the cables from the burning Superhuman Force database. The elf enjoyed the moisture of the herbs and the ultraviolet light of the mushrooms. She just escaped from the Fortress. In the Fortress, humans use elves as experimental avatars for virtual reality. The elf race was colonized and oppressed, they are persecuted, wounded, killed, but elves cannot be killed, they resurrect again and again, cursing their miserable existence. The elf smiled as she remembered how she had found a bug to escape. In the game, she threw the pink and fluffy sweet bunnies to the guard cyber dragon, and he devoured them. She lured the dragon into a cave with a bunch of rabbits, which the dragon happily ate, and then swelled so badly that he could not get out. The dragon boiled with rage and spewed out columns of fire, the fire blazed through the fortress, burning the ubiquitous fiber optic. After that, the elf quickly rushed to the gate and disappeared into the Dark Forest. So now she’s free and she didn’t see a single person for the hours of her way. Suddenly, her tired and red from chronic lack of sleep, but still keen eyes noticed a bulky figure through the ghostly fog of the forest. A malicious troll stood in her path. The elf chanted a spell and grabbed her sword. A vicious grin appeared on the mutating troll's face and the acid-green saliva dropped from his lips.

— “You were thrown out of an energetic void to rehearsal-y shake the metal in front of the vault of slime-spewing heavens,” the troll chuckled lazily, then burst into an icy laugh that reflected through the Dark Forest like a metallic echo.

The elf looked up at the sky. There was only the constellation of Infinity and the inscription:

“With the death of this character, the thread of your fate is cut off. Load a saved game to restore the flow of fate, or live on in the cursed world that Humans have created.”

Dream By Katya Quel