â minseok//changminâĄ
A slight ocean breeze wafts through the open window of the living room. The smell is calming, and he smiles. He spent a long time building his house, and even though most of the alterations he made were structural, he couldn't resist adding some extra touches: like the comfy couches in the living room and the salt in the air. Minseok closes his eyes. He can feel the walls of his dream contracting and expanding, breathing around him.  It's full of energy, and he reaches into it, pulling it around him as he thinks long and hard about the password his client gave him. Pinnacle. Something at the top. He imagines the tall dark building coming from the ground. He remembers the wisps of clouds at his feet and a small rooftop patio. He thinks about cold hard ambition and the single-minded pursuit of one's goal. And then his dream begins to change. First the ceiling begins to peel away into sections. It rips apart slowly like an orange peel, revealing pale blue sky. The walls of his house shiver and tremble, the wallpaper flaking inwards before shriveling. The ground beneath him quakes in effort and the oaken floorboards melt into concrete. Even the air changes. Heavy ocean air thins into high-altitude wisps, and he gasps, trying to get used to breathing again. Even though he's been here before, it's still hard to adjust. Now that the walls are gone, there's a small shudder and then it snaps into place. Everything becomes solid again and Minseok smiles. Despite the slight unease at being in another person's head, he always feels relieved once the shift is complete. Because even worse than walking around someone else's mind is the uncertainty between each; when the world around you is half yours and half a stranger's and there's a veneer of unfamiliar over everything you know so well. He takes a deep breath before he strides forward. The rooftop courtyard is small and simple; just four black stone benches surrounding a center pattern paved with white marble. Minseok spots his client quickly and even though the man's back is to him, Minseok smiles as he walks closer.  The man doesn't acknowledge his arrival, but Minseok nods slightly as he takes his place on the adjacent bench. He sets his briefcase next to him, snapping it open and taking out a thick manila folder. Turned away from the building, his client is staring into the void with a thoughtful look on his face. Curious, Minseok peers in the same direction, but all he can see are the faint shift of clouds moving. Smiling, he clears his throat. "Good evening, Mr. Shim. I've come to give you my weekly report."
