a worker arrives to the office
the office as utopia spelt the death of desgin. the forest can think though. this cubicle must be different. it spontaneously emerged. an office is growing and evolving around it. we trust the forest, it is a dandy manager. just ask the river who calls the forest home. just ask the mushrooms or the birds. they will tell you!
the first worker arrived today. a ghostly fog welcomed them. the worker was given a dark yellow suit, a white collared dress shirt, a solid blue tie, yellow dress pants, white socks, and brown leather shoes.
this must be utopia they thought, as the office began to grow around them. just like magic. yellow cubicles appeared from the fog as it lifted. yellow cubicles for the yellow workers.
i am here to work, thought the first worker. so work i must. but where to start?
the moss knew something the worker didn't, but moss is the greatest keeper of secrets in the entire forest, so the worker was on their own. at least for the moment.