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MidReal Story
Beyond Deliveries: A Postbox's Quest
Scenario:Tired of being a postbox, I journey through the city, searching for meaning beyond delivering letters.
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Graffy
graffiti wall with vibrant colors and changing messages, acquaintances with Posty and Lumi, large and colorful with everchanging art on his surface, rebellious yet insightful.
Lumi
streetlight with a warm glow, friends with Posty and other urban objects, tall and slender with a soft light emanating from her top, wise and nurturing.
Posty
sentient postbox, friends with other urban objects, metallic with a small screen and a slot for letters, curious and adventurous.
I'm a postbox.
Not a particularly special one, just one of many in a large city.
I don't even have a name; I'm simply identified by a number: 4271.
Even my address is impersonal and feels like a code: 101 Main St.
Every day, people walk past me and put letters inside my slot.
Sometimes they forget to close the lid properly, and I get rained or snowed on.
Nobody really cares about me.
Except for one person.
Every night, when the city is quiet, a small, shy cleaning robot comes to empty my interior and clean my exterior.
He's painted blue and has a round body with brushes attached to his arms and a vacuum hose connected to his back.
He doesn't talk much and doesn't seem to care about anything beyond doing his job properly.
Yet, somehow he always manages to clean my graffiti-covered front without rubbing too hard or scratching my surface.