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3D Objects:
Blue Block: Room with Windows/ safety Arduino Board: A small city with mountains Sunglasses: Mirror/ tool to reflect yourself Plastic container with sugar: Poison/ danger Lemon Squeeze Bottle: Golden Tower Pin: Weapon
Every morning, the earth trembles and Minikin grows awake. As the college student goes about their daily routine, little do they know that every step they take sends ripples through Minikin's secret world. Standing from his vantage point at the top of the golden tower, Minikin watched the college student's every move with awe and trepidation. To Minikin's eyes, the huge, mountainous figure seemed like a deity towering above him, his footsteps causing seismic shocks in the parlor kingdom.
As the deity walked, the strange blue blocks with their comical windows trembled and the scenery inside shimmered as if in response to a celestial force. With each step, the miniature garden sways, and little circus performers juggle the rhythmic vibrations. Minikin nestles into the blue room and contemplates where it came from and when it appeared. For it is an unknowing gift, and every day this room lies still on the floor, seeming to sculpt the destiny of little lives with every step.
In the dance room, near a large glass, two very large connected mirrors create the rhythm for Minikin's performance. Near noon, Minikin came to the connecting mirror near the large glass. The infinite reflections created by the mirrors became Minikin's dance studio and made its movements expressive. This little being spins and creates a world of elegance in a secret corner of the living room. Sometimes, Minikin would approach the mirror to look at its face, turning left and right: "Huh, why is there a pimple on my face?!"
Then, MInikin approached the clear box containing the unidentified chunks. It was always filled with blocks of unknown origin. The green lid always gave Minikin an air of danger: "This must be poison, otherwise the gods wouldn't have put them in this prison."
No sooner did Minikin want to go farther. He would approach a bunch of strange rugged mountain paths, and as he approached the landscape, the sound of his footsteps echoed in this electronic city of black and white and uneven mountains. The miniature city swayed and shifted under the power of the gods, sometimes the gods would connect to it and the mountain would show a strange light. Minikin often pondered if the city was actually inhabited or how else would it light up.