D3 Interior -

Servers line the corridor in frozen ranks, their indicator lights long extinguished. A single console flickers in the distance, its screen cycling through glyphs no one in this sector understands anymore. The floor is grated, and beneath it, a sluggish mist moves against the direction of gravity — as if the building itself is breathing wrong.

Somewhere ahead, a door sighs open on its own. Not a malfunction. An invitation. d3 interior

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