Gio looked up at the crown molding of his incredibly plush room. He walked over to his desk and looked out the window. A dizzying view awaited him, looking down to the tops of clouds. Through a hole in the cloud cover, he could see the Gold and Silver Rings sprawled out beneath him. He caught the edges of some of the smaller, esoteric rings interspersed throughout the panorama. His geography was top of his class but turned around as he was, he was having a hard time identifying the scattered landmasses.
The only ring he could identify was the Wax Ring, flying above the clouds in the distance as it was. He had heard stories in the past of the infamous Wax Ring and its harpy denizens, largely untamed by the crown. One day, he’d go there himself, but for now, he was content to explore his room. Opening the desk, he found a sheaf of clean, crisp paper and mundane ink. He also found a strange stick of what felt like some sort of pigmented… gel? It looked like it would make a fine mess, but to what end, he was unsure.
With no watch to check the time, he looked around the room for a wall clock. Evidently, not included in the apex of luxury was any sort of timekeeping apparatus. Or a door, for that matter. Not allowing himself to panic, Gio looked to the massive mirror he had come through. As soon as his eyes met his own in the reflection, writing appeared in the mirror.
Gio looked at the interface, gently putting his hand on the mirrored surface. The screen rippled slightly at his touch.
