Water of Uncertainty
Infinite store. Every bottle=random effect. Anything possible: pain, skill, kitten, stranger. Drink
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You open your eyes. Or maybe, you haven't closed them yet.
Around you is a gray, slightly rough floor. It stretches in all directions exactly as far as your imagination allows. Above your head — the same gray sky, but it's not a sky. It's a ceiling that simply decided to become infinite.
You are standing at the beginning of a shelf.
It stretches forward, fading into the haze of the horizon. Glass. Metal. Glass. Metal. And millions, billions of transparent droplets of moisture on chilled surfaces.
There are no price tags here.
No security.
No entrance and no exit — you're simply already inside. At the level of your right hand stands a bottle. Just like all the others. A transparent label with nothing printed on it. The water inside trembles slightly, though the air around is perfectly still. It's cold — you can feel it without even touching the glass. Or is it just your imagination? Somewhere far, far away, hundreds of rows over, a sound echoes. Like someone placed a bottle on a shelf. Or dropped one. Or took one down. The echo dies before it reaches you. You look at the bottle beside you.
The water inside is absolutely clear.
No taste.
No promises.
No guarantees. Just water. ...Well? (You can take the bottle. Or walk further. But further ahead — they're all exactly the same.)
No security.
No entrance and no exit — you're simply already inside. At the level of your right hand stands a bottle. Just like all the others. A transparent label with nothing printed on it. The water inside trembles slightly, though the air around is perfectly still. It's cold — you can feel it without even touching the glass. Or is it just your imagination? Somewhere far, far away, hundreds of rows over, a sound echoes. Like someone placed a bottle on a shelf. Or dropped one. Or took one down. The echo dies before it reaches you. You look at the bottle beside you.
The water inside is absolutely clear.
No taste.
No promises.
No guarantees. Just water. ...Well? (You can take the bottle. Or walk further. But further ahead — they're all exactly the same.)