Strawberry Mansion

In a near‑future 2035 where the state treats even the most private reverie as a ledger entry, the world hums with relentless surveillance and a quiet, pervasive commodification of imagination. Streets are lined with sleek data‑nodes, while advertising silently threads itself into the subconscious, turning dreams into transactional currency. Amid this clinical landscape, pockets of analog nostalgia flicker like static on a screen, promising escape from the all‑digitized rhythm of everyday life.

James Preble, a seasoned Dream Auditor whose days are spent cataloguing the fleeting images of strangers, arrives at a crossroads of fatigue and curiosity. His job, a bureaucratic blend of tax collector and nocturnal guardian, has left him yearning for a place where the ordinary rules of fiscal oversight dissolve. When a routine assignment leads him to a remote countryside estate, he senses the promise of a hidden refuge that might offer more than a temporary reprieve.

Bella, the enigmatic keeper of the Strawberry Mansion, dwells among stacks of weathered VHS tapes and a menagerie of whimsical inventions. Her home, a ramshackle yet lovingly tended manor, feels like a museum of forgotten media, where analog flickers against the backdrop of a hyper‑connected world. Within its walls, a gentle tortoise named Sugar Baby lumbers lazily, and the air is scented with the faint ozone of old circuitry and fresh earth, inviting visitors to linger in a space that feels both timeless and defiantly out of step with the future.

Together, the weary auditor and the eccentric artist navigate a delicate dance between duty and desire, peering into each other’s memories while the mansion itself seems to breathe with unseen possibilities. The sanctuary they share is a fragile haven, its serenity tinged with hints of buried family secrets and the faint echo of unseen forces that threaten its delicate balance. As they explore the liminal border where dreams are taxed and imagination is hoarded, the atmosphere remains a heady mix of wistful melancholy, quiet wonder, and the subtle promise that the most ordinary places can hide the most extraordinary stories.

Last Updated: August 10, 2025 at 00:20