Literature
BOOM snipbit
A cold, stoic room groped at the eyes through the heavy darkness. The air was thick with moisture and droplets of water pooled across the cold metallic floor. The light pring of liquid splashing against the ground rang out softly at the edge of his ears, but he was used to all this, and paid it no mind.
The room was lined with cases. They were glass, or a material that greatly resemble it, and warped the beings within like a fish tank would. Clear until the base, a thick casing circled the coffins. Wires protruded and sunk into the metal beveled out from the wall covered in co