Serial.experiment Lain ⟶

The Men in Black came the next morning. They weren’t government. They were something worse: system administrators for reality. “You’ve been accessing restricted protocols,” said the one with no eyebrows. “The Collective Unconscious is not a playground, Miss Iwakura.”

Then her phone rang. No number. She answered. serial.experiment lain

Lain Iwakura is no longer in the school registry. Her family has no memory of her. Her house is a vacant lot where the grass grows in perfect, grid-like squares. The Men in Black came the next morning

And if you press the reply button, the screen will glow violet for just a moment. serial.experiment lain