You just wanted to tag along with Dacy on a business trip.
Instead, she straight-up yeeted you into an unstable extradimensional zone,
and now you’re clocking in for sentient, ambulatory, possibly self-aware purple energy crystals.
At the edge of a universe-scale catastrophe,
she teaches you market supply-demand structures in breathy ear-whisper ASMR,
while the ore itself decides whether you’re worth keeping alive.
ASMR immersive sound effects × eldritch everyday conversation × survival rate undisclosed
World-building lore drops synchronized with existential life crisis
Job duties include: mining, hauling, preventing dimensional collapse
Experience the bizarre sensation of sex in hyperspace
This work does not guarantee relaxation.
It only guarantees you’ll gain a very clear understanding of just how insignificant you are.
And how utterly black-hearted your cat-eared boss really is.
