He looked up from the phone. The basement was normal. Empty. Cold.
The Architecture of Solitude: Memory, Mystery, and the Digital Mobile Experience of Alternate DiMansion Diary
The installation bar filled in a blood-red hue. When the app opened, the screen didn't show a menu. It immediately activated his camera. Through the display, Kael saw his basement, but the cracked concrete floor was covered in a thick, velvet rug. In the corner where his old water heater stood, there was now a spiraling mahogany staircase.
