The visitor stopped in front of the old wooden door.
“Looks like a little artist café.”

A small sign simply read:
Art-House

Inside, it smelled of fresh coffee.

Somewhere in the distance, a camera shutter clicked.
Someone laughed.

The visitor smiled.
“Perfect.”

He ordered a cappuccino and sat down by the window.
For a while, everything seemed completely normal.

Until he noticed the conversation at the next table.
“…I’m telling you, memories don’t disappear.”
The other one shook her head.
“They just change their file format.”

The visitor slowly lowered his coffee cup.
Only now did he realize that both of them were Cyborgs.

Nobody else seemed surprised.

A young Muse crossed the room with paint on her hands.
Someone carried a glowing sculpture upstairs.

A photographer disappeared into the studio.
A girl with silver hair walked past the window, followed by a raven that seemed to know exactly where it was going.

The visitor looked around once more.
“What kind of place is this?”

The barista smiled while placing a fresh cookie beside the cappuccino.

“Welcome to the Art-House.”