Hey! Down here! No, down. Yes, all the way down. Keep going. Almost, and... Yeah, hi! Uh... Say "Cheese!"
This is a picture + (super) short story + notes compilation book for those with a liking for extreme size differences aka G/t (giant/tiny), mac...
(A/N: I won't lie; this is some overcomplicated, parasocial sin about a specific stratum of muses that I hope never find this, lmao. [I doubt they're hard to guess if you look at the details. 👉🏽👈🏽] Nonetheless, this began with me realizing that this building IRL is shaped this way, and I tend to envision such a shape in interesting places and then attempt to justify it via some realism. Surely, I'm not the only one to have done so, right? Right!?
Anyway, let's try to explain what's going on here without doing the most.)
Some otherworld Entity is conducting a "study" on a company in a world like, if not just, our own. The company's headquarters is trapped within an amalgam of barriers for that study, and its inhabitants can't go through it alone. Outsiders can see the barrier(s) through light/sensors outside the normally visible spectrum, as seen on the news, yet think the entrapment is a ploy by the company itself, like an extreme tech crunch situation or some strange advertising like the Vegas Sphere.
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The Imprisoned of the company are told by Them, of the Entity, that they need an external source to maintain their own well-being (and maybe the barriers, too?) within the enclosures, and someone came to mind.
A shockingly not-alien but even more problematic Liaison (that's totally not a self-insert) for Them and the Imprisoned - a chaotic neutral menace to society for all involved and everyone else that exists - personally confronts the chosen source, a multifaceted online creator with a lot of influence and some personal overlap with the company (and others for similar reasons) via said influence, about the situation. The Liaison only offers him what looks like a minuscule model of the company HQ. He examines it in his hands thoroughly via rotations, expansion, and contraction until he realizes that it's not just a model and that his actions directly affect the real lives of the Imprisoned as if they're inside.
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By way of the Entity, the inhabitants are both in their original location and the model, each a trans-dimensional projection of the other, invisible barriers.
The Liaison, the company, and They very shallowly give him the "choice" to act as their Overseer or Vessel, a constant vibe check for the Imprisoned, where the model is a compacted basin for his energy. Because the company trusts his judgment, he agrees and is directed always to have it near his person for direct energy transfer. Wearing it externally is the easiest way to go about it, and the Imprisoned go for a vote sanctioned by a mid-level staffer to see where that'd be.
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The Imprisoned vote to be a bangle on their Overseer's wrist, and with the Entity's apparent approval and the Liaison's smugness, the study enters phase 2.
Of course, things aren't daisies and roses, and there are likely a few mental breakdowns and power trips on all sides over having too much or too little authority, keeping secrets, occasional technical glitches in the barriers on one projection that physically affects the other, natural reactions to situations, a scene straight out of Lost or The Lord of the Flies... yadda yadda. After all, right from the get-go, if you can tell in the tiny computer, the second place option for the poll, surely jokingly, was a different kind of ring. So many options could've been considered: a necklace, a ring for fingers, a crown, a toe ring, a blood vessel constrictor, an anklet, a LAP-Band, other rings... Maybe all would be experienced in the future when all are acclimated as perfect roommates, buddies--a pal and his paludarium--all while the Entity intervenes when They see fit, if ever, just as they did with studies with peers in that professional space from times before. Who knows when or why the experiment ends, though? (A/N: I have ideas for days for this kind of story, from the capitalist competitions [and Discourse this whole concept is, if we're being real - subtly where?] to the inter-/intrapersonal debates for which the size discrepancy is simply a catalyst, but I ain't guaranteeing shit; y'all know my post record, lmao.
As always, I'm much more active on other socials where this was shown first, specifically at the URLs below. [I honestly should've uploaded this here months ago, but I didn't realize until now that this type of excerpt applied to this book.]
DA: https://www.deviantart.com/imperial-radiance/art/A-Certain-Procured-Circlet-1037237475
