His boss, the Aligner, found Leo’s desk one morning.
Leo stood at the gate, holding his bender’s stylus. The Unshaped stretched before him: an endless fog of potential, formless and silent. It was the saddest thing he’d ever seen. shape bender
The Aligner found him three hours later, surrounded by a garden of beautiful mistakes. His boss, the Aligner, found Leo’s desk one morning
And then there was Leo.
The outside was a myth to most citizens. Beyond Ortho’s perfect walls lay the Unshaped—a gray, featureless expanse where nothing had form. It was a place of pure possibility, and Ortho had been built precisely to avoid it. shape bender