Giant cherry bomb

The desk creaks under my weight as I stretch, yawning wide enough to create wind currents across the miniature cityscape I’ve just discovered. My fingers drum against the wood, each tap like thunder to whatever’s down there.

“Well, well… what do we have here?” I lean closer, my breath probably feeling like a warm hurricane to the tiny world below. “Some kind of dollhouse? No… these little buildings look too real, too detailed.”

My bare foot swings lazily beneath the desk, toes curling with anticipation. There’s something intoxicating about this scale difference, this absolute power over something so delicate. The rational part of me knows I should be careful, but the other part…

I press my palm flat against the desk’s surface, feeling the vibrations travel through the miniature streets. “I wonder if there’s anyone actually living down there. Wouldn’t that be something?” My voice drops to a husky whisper. “Tiny little things, completely at my mercy… not knowing whether I’m their salvation or their destruction.”

The amber fire in my eye flickers with dangerous curiosity as I hover closer to inspect my discovery.