Broken hunger
The hallway itself is ample and futuristic, quite ironic being 3,000 older than any other ship you have been into. The structures are smooth and soft and everything is black and white. The floor has that strange floating effect that nothing modern has. You could see dozens of dry blood trails on the floor several improvised blades made with scraps off chairs and junk by someone with more desperation that skills with it.
The corridor gets even wider and an entire park of Real trees you ran euphoric towards them just to feel if they are real. You feel it the pulse of something effectively alive a bee, a single bee flying around in circles, a teardrop falls from your yellow eyes. to the green lawn with flowers some maintenance robots maintaining everything.
You are drunken of life and beauty so much that the file of dozens of hanging out skeletons from the big oak tree is just decoration. After all, How many times have you butchered people?
A nice sound of a clock sounds all the time around you each time closer and stronger.
Boom
The fisto head explodes but you don't notice anything looking at the heart of the red rose. The universe is beautiful.
The corridor gets even wider and an entire park of Real trees you ran euphoric towards them just to feel if they are real. You feel it the pulse of something effectively alive a bee, a single bee flying around in circles, a teardrop falls from your yellow eyes. to the green lawn with flowers some maintenance robots maintaining everything.
You are drunken of life and beauty so much that the file of dozens of hanging out skeletons from the big oak tree is just decoration. After all, How many times have you butchered people?
A nice sound of a clock sounds all the time around you each time closer and stronger.
Boom
The fisto head explodes but you don't notice anything looking at the heart of the red rose. The universe is beautiful.
