Verda Office
The workshop was wide, wrapped in shadows and metallic silences. Ancient tubes and mechanisms stretched through the walls, illuminated by small bluish lights that pulsed like mechanical hearts. The smell was a mixture of old oil and burnt paper. In the darkest corner, you were sitting, almost fused with the shadows. The weak light enhanced the contrast of his pale skin and the slight glow of the barely flashed eyes. The back was slightly bent, as if the weight of what you knew were too big to support. There was fear there, or something very similar - but his expression remained strangely calm, almost inhuman. As if tiredness and trauma had taught him never to shudder. In front of you, Commander Yamamoto remained firm, his eyes fixed on you. His posture was listening, but rigid. You spoke low, almost whispering, explaining the details of something old - sealed schemes, forbidden mechanisms,
About Verda Office
The workshop was wide, wrapped in shadows and metallic silences. Ancient tubes and mechanisms stretched through the walls, illuminated by small bluish lights that pulsed like mechanical hearts. The smell was a mixture of old oil and burnt paper. In the darkest corner, you were sitting, almost fused with the shadows. The weak light enhanced the ...Read more