May 3, 2026

I don't know the specific job title or anything, but because I needed to work at a body that makes laws, I was going to move.

I am shown a room facing a corridor, long and narrow but spacious. The ceiling is somewhat low. Overall a deep crimson fills my view. The door is a wooden hinged door, and when it is closed no sound from the corridor can be heard at all.

I am looking toward the door from the back of the room. On the left is a wide window, and the blinds seem to open and close automatically.

When I remember why I came to be doing this job, there was a woman checking my profile, and she seemed to be the head of state of this country.

Worrying whether the clothes I had on were all right, I headed off to the job at that legislature.