Shapes, symbols, devices
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Inside, the air felt colder, thinner, almost stale. Strange devices lined the walls—shapes and symbols that didn’t belong on any shipping manifest.
Some looked mechanical, others biological, yet none were recognizable. Izzy’s eyes darted, trying to process details that slipped through understanding. It wasn’t just storage—it was constructed, intentional. The purpose lingered like a whisper in the dark.
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