The Faded Bouquet
The silence of the containment unit was not merely an absence of sound but a physical weight, a viscous fluid that pressed against the eardrums and settled in the hollows of the sternum, a pressure so absolute that it seemed to vibrate at a frequency below human perception, a hum that only the bones could hear, and within this sealed, climate-controlled vault of brushed steel and reinforced...
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