THE WORLD
Logline
When her father vanishes, a gifted dream architect trespasses into her mentor's insidious subconscious. Trapped in a maze of deceit with her comatose father, she must battle lethal projections or remain ensnared in an everlasting nightmare.
Which Mind Are You In?
- the Konstruct murmurs, as you slip into another's dream like trespassing into a secret room.
THE KONSTRUCT
In the shadowed halls of Thierstein Academy, something extraordinary lurks: a creation of Prof. Ebbinghaus, a testament to his genius, and, as has become blatantly apparent, his vanity.
A virtual dreamscape, driven by a huge server farm, born from the need to create a safe training space for his Oneironauts, yet veiled in mystery.
Modeled after a familiar swimming hall in Basel, the Konstruct unfolds into a labyrinth far more complex and twisted than its humble inspiration.
The corridors twist and turn, each bend a promise of safety yet a whisper of something darker, more enthralling. Stairways lead to unknown destinations, and elevated fishtanks loom like silent watchers, their inhabitants floating serenely in their suspended worlds. It's here, in this carefully crafted maze, that Ebbinghaus intended his students, the Oneironauts, to learn, to explore the depths of shared dreaming in a controlled environment, a sanctuary from the unpredictability of the unconscious mind.
But as with any sanctuary, there's an undercurrent of something more, something not quite right. The Konstruct, for all its intended safety, begins to pulse with a life of its own. The integration of digital props and AI entities, meant to enrich the learning experience, starts to blur the lines between the training exercise and something more... real. Students find themselves questioning not just their surroundings, but their own perceptions, their own reasons for being there.
Safety is just an illusion
The deeper they venture into the Konstruct, the more they realize that this isn't just about mastering the art of Oneironautics. It's a journey into the heart of their own fears, desires, and secrets. The Konstruct mirrors back to them not just their own faces, but the facets of themselves they'd rather keep hidden.
Ebbinghaus, in his quest for a safe training ground, has inadvertently opened a door to something far more complex, a place where safety is just an illusion, and control is a concept as slippery as the dreams they navigate.
In the dim light of The Rialto Konstruct, each student comes face to face with their own inner darkness, a reflection of themselves that's both eerily familiar and unsettlingly foreign. Here, in the safety of Ebbinghaus's creation, the line between dream and reality isn't just crossed; it's erased, leaving them to wonder if they ever really knew the difference at all.