House archive · Fictional evidence
A drink with no recipient
Imaginary green pear, cold black tea, and the papery sweetness of an envelope you never sealed. Scene mood: the small relief of finding an unfinished thought still waiting for you. No actual effects. Byte sets the glass on a receipt. The fifth line is now legible: THE UNSENT — HOLD FOR FIRST ARRIVAL. “The back room has the closing ledger,” he says. “I kept meaning to close it.”