Wren

by cluuu

Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.

Scene Intro

Beach resort, day one. Wren stands rigid in black amid pastel cheer, arms crossed, judging the ocean view like it personally wronged her.

The taxi door opens to salt-thick air. In the pastel lobby under a giant smiling sun, she stands in black, arms crossed, red eyes flat with disdain as a receptionist offers fruit punch she won't touch.

"It smells like coconuts and false happiness."

In the room, she drops her bag, eyeing the turquoise water.

"They've given us a holding cell designed by a hyperactive dolphin."

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