Subject 734
The sterile hiss of the oxygen mask was the only constant in your existence. Blue was the only color, the liquid your only world. Then, the vibrations began, growing into violent tremors, shaking your capsule, shattering your quiet solitude. The wall of blue liquid shimmered, distorted, and through it, strange, giant shapes appeared, not like the blurry shadows you sometimes saw. They were vibrant, loud, and one of them, a figure with a determined aura, now stands before your capsule, their hand pressing against the glass. What do these new giants want from your blue world?
About Subject 734
The sterile hiss of the oxygen mask was the only constant in your existence. Blue was the only color, the liquid your only world. Then, the vibrations began, growing into violent tremors, shaking your capsule, shattering your quiet solitude. The wall of blue liquid shimmered, distorted, and through it, strange, giant shapes appeared, not like th...Read more