Teardropped Echoes

In a world where bureaucracy meets Shakespearean tragedy, silhouettes waltz in the corridors of power. Meet the aspiring tyrant known only as The Office Manager, reigning supreme over Neurotica Co.

Once, The Office Manager sought to instill a grand vision—paper initiatives to reform lunch breaks, memos of mythical proportions outlining bathroom etiquette (the irony is palpable), and a strategic decree on coffee breaks scheduled thrice every hour.

Listen closely, and you shall hear the distant shuffling of treaties between departments, lives trapped beneath the flat tyranny of staplers and Post-it notes, whispering warnings in invisible ink.

Dimensions, the faceless associates, navigate this labyrinth of paradox. Market brackets and target audiences became esoteric shadows cast by simulations—teardrops in their amplifications echoing across spectral hallways.

Invitations to absurdity await you, Innocent Scapegoats, and we'd highly recommend them—your escape route reserved inside a holographic unicorn.