The headset’s rubber seal felt like a second skin now. Sarah had been in the DarkroomVR lobby for eleven hours—or so the wall clock said. The clock was wrong. It had been wrong since she first logged in.
Her real window looked out onto a brick wall and a fire escape. She had lived here for three years. But now, through the glass, she saw the spires. Black glass. A sky the color of a bruise. darkroomvr
She looked at her hands. They were empty. The headset’s rubber seal felt like a second skin now
She tore off the headset.
She laughed. Just a glitch. A $1,500 glitch. She’d call support. She’d— through the glass