[DROP] lock and key

A panther in the night, a fire burning bright. Ray blinked in complete confusion. She'd opened the door of her shop to start her day as usual. And now she was on a beach unlike any she'd ever seen. She carefully took everything in the monochrome world. It was unsettling. Warily she stepped further into the sand, noticing the abnormal holes and the shovel. Humming to herself she debated on whether or not to explore. Curiosity won out and Ray grabbed a shovel and began to dig. Acting on a hunch, se tried to make her holes square shaped as well. If someone was this desperate to dig, and to dig in such a peculiar pattern, there had to be something of interest here, right? r a y The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion. —Albert Camus