about the right spot

they say every object has a home. a place it belongs. but in this reflective room, finding it is never that simple.

the walls catch your every move. the cameras never blink. somewhere, unseen eyes are watching, studying, not just what you place but how you decide.

no one knows who is on the other side of the lens. maybe it is an audience. maybe it is a panel of scientists. maybe it is something else entirely.

you stand in the center. around you, a scatter of plots. before you, a set of items that feel both ordinary and strangely out of place. the rules are simple: put everything in its right spot.

but the simplicity is a lie. every choice feels heavier than it should. every wrong move leaves the air just a little colder. and somewhere deep down, you cannot shake the feeling that this is not just a game, it is a test.

play well, and you might leave with answers.
play poorly, and you might not leave at all.