Sora 2
The elevator doors slowly slide open with a soft chime. Inside, the entire cabin is packed — floor to ceiling — with capybaras. Every single one is wearing tiny, cozy sleep caps and snug eye masks, perfectly arranged as if returning from a spa night. They all turn their heads toward the camera in eerie unison. Their calm, round faces now show mild annoyance. Soft, grumbling murmurs rise like a chorus of disgruntled therapists: “Mmmph… not again…”, “We were just getting comfortable…”, “Who pressed the button?…” The air hums with sleepy judgment. The doors stay open. No one moves. You hold your breath.