September 12th
OE 102
Deimos Interior (?)
Data Recycling
The sensation of moving, slipping through time and space was never an easy one. The human body was never meant to undertake such voyages, and even with its extensive modifications, it was always accompanied by a slight sense of existential discomfort.
Shapes, colors, and what amounted to "normalcy" reasserted itself around her. Uncertainty dissolved, begrudgingly yielding to the laws that governed this plane of existence... and the sense of weightlessness gripped Remedy's body once more.
Lights flickered and sparked. The walls pulsated dully, as though the entire interior were now part of some enormous beast. Cracks riddled the ground underfoot. Pods that had once held specimens, those who Edelweiss had held as worthy of being preserved in their archives forever, now were brown and rotten, the grime on the inside mercifully concealing the state of the corpses within.
Hallways had been shattered and split, their sides aligned in bizarre angles on either side of her, snaking away into a dark void that seemed to lead further in.
Gristled flesh wrought of congealed Lamalice acted as a sort of living muscle, binding this and that in ways its creators could never have fathomed. It was as if the entire interior had been turned into a bizarre exhibit of sorts, the method behind the madness of its design known only to its dark architect, whose malefic presence filled the air like a chilling mist.
And yet for all its horror, for how far it had become from how she recalled it, there was a twinge deep in her soul. An oh-so human pang that not even untold millennia of genetic tinkering could fully erase.
Yes, there was only one word for this place, which had haunted her dreams for so long:
OE 102
Deimos Interior (?)
Data Recycling
The sensation of moving, slipping through time and space was never an easy one. The human body was never meant to undertake such voyages, and even with its extensive modifications, it was always accompanied by a slight sense of existential discomfort.
Shapes, colors, and what amounted to "normalcy" reasserted itself around her. Uncertainty dissolved, begrudgingly yielding to the laws that governed this plane of existence... and the sense of weightlessness gripped Remedy's body once more.
Lights flickered and sparked. The walls pulsated dully, as though the entire interior were now part of some enormous beast. Cracks riddled the ground underfoot. Pods that had once held specimens, those who Edelweiss had held as worthy of being preserved in their archives forever, now were brown and rotten, the grime on the inside mercifully concealing the state of the corpses within.
Hallways had been shattered and split, their sides aligned in bizarre angles on either side of her, snaking away into a dark void that seemed to lead further in.
Gristled flesh wrought of congealed Lamalice acted as a sort of living muscle, binding this and that in ways its creators could never have fathomed. It was as if the entire interior had been turned into a bizarre exhibit of sorts, the method behind the madness of its design known only to its dark architect, whose malefic presence filled the air like a chilling mist.
And yet for all its horror, for how far it had become from how she recalled it, there was a twinge deep in her soul. An oh-so human pang that not even untold millennia of genetic tinkering could fully erase.
Yes, there was only one word for this place, which had haunted her dreams for so long: