The backrooms of reality
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Department of Disputes
The Department of Disputes is a sprawling, labyrinthine complex of courtrooms, offices, and archives buried deep within the heart of The Infinite Bureaucracy. Its walls are lined with endless shelves of legal documents, case files, and bureaucratic forms. The air is thick with the sound of arguments, the rustling of paper, and the occasional outburst of frustrated clerks or litigants.
Division of Divine Intervention
Amid the labyrinthine sprawl of the Infinite Bureaucracy, the Division of Divine Intervention stands as a paradoxical beacon of hope and despair. Its architecture, a grand fusion of ancient temple and modern office, is adorned with towering columns of paperwork and endless filing cabinets that reach towards the ceiling, inscribed with the names of countless deities of paperwork and red tape.
The Agency of Anomalies
Located in a nondescript corner of the Infinite Bureaucracy, the Agency of Anomalies appears as an endless, dimly lit office space filled with cluttered desks, ancient filing cabinets that seem to defy physics with their capacity, and a network of dusty, flickering fluorescent lights. Hidden doors and secret passages lead to archives holding cases that challenge reality itself.
The Archive of Forgotten Forms
A vast, labyrinthine library stretching into dim, dust-mote-filled corridors, its endless shelves crammed with decaying paperwork, forms, and documents that have lost relevance. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and the oppressive silence is occasionally broken by the stern shush of the librarian.
The Bureau of Broken Dreams
In the bowels of The Infinite Bureaucracy lies the Bureau of Broken Dreams, a dimly lit basement filled with the monotonous drone of shredders, the ceaseless clatter of sorting machinery, and the faint smell of despair. Here, the walls are lined with stacks of documents waiting to be destroyed, and the floors are perpetually damp and grimy. Workers move like shadows among their tasks, their faces etched with the resignation of lost hope.
The Department of Redundancy Department
An endless circular maze of grey, identical cubicles stretches as far as the eye can see, lit by flickering fluorescent lights. Each cubicle is a perfect duplicate of the next, filled with piles of paperwork, obsolete computers, and workers typing away at reports that have already been written. In the center of this maze is a larger, slightly more decorated office, where the department head, resides.
The Division of Diversions
A brightly lit, expansive room filled with the sounds of laughter and the cheerful buzz of conversation greets visitors at the Division of Diversions. Amidst the endless expanse of the Infinite Bureaucracy, this oasis of leisure shines like a beacon of hope. The walls are adorned with vibrant posters and shelves filled with board games, books, and knick-knacks.
The Office of Eternal Meetings
Located in the heart of the Infinite Bureaucracy, the Office of Eternal Meetings is a vast, windowless conference room filled with an endless array of tables and chairs, arranged in a circular formation to emphasize the never-ending nature of the discussions held within. The walls are adorned with ancient, dust-covered clocks, none of which show the correct time, and large, faded murals depicting various figures in the act of debate.
The Office of Overtime
A nondescript, sprawling space filled with rows upon rows of identical, cramped cubicles, dimly lit by flickering fluorescent lights. The air is thick with the hum of outdated computers and the scent of stale coffee. At the far end stands a larger, more imposing desk, where Jack, the dreaded supervisor, keeps a vigilant eye over the workers. The walls are lined with clocks, each showing a different time zone, none of them correct.
The Sector of Sisyphus
In the heart of The Infinite Bureaucracy lies a vast, circular expanse known as the Sector of Sisyphus. Here, the ground is an ever-steep, slick slope made of polished, featureless stone. At the center, a pit where heavy, monolithic boulders rest before their arduous journey upward begins anew. The air is filled with the sounds of grunting effort, the heavy thud of rolling stone, and the occasional despairing sigh.