Clementine:
The floor was dark and smooth, like stone. One wall was made of glass, but I couldn't see anything behind it, it was just black. Like a cave. Or maybe a screen.
On another wall, real green plants were growing. The lights above were purple.
The tables were simple, black and shiny. The chairs looked soft and new, like they were made from a single piece of material. Everything looked like it belonged in the future.
In the corner, a coffee machine made a quiet sound, like it was breathing.
There were no papers. Just flat screens—tablets—on the desks, each one glowing with a color name.
It didn't feel like a place for teachers to rest. It felt like a place for planning. Watching. Hiding.
But there were five rooms, each with a color name glowing above the door.
