She walked down the static hallway, pictures of trees framed to make an unnatural place a space more welcoming. Long and thin sans life but a water fountain, a yellow warning, ‘Don’t fall!’, flat metal pieces squared and smooth tethered to the wall, a vibrational hum from behind.
A turn of the corner and the doors down do bare.
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Out and about, through the glass there they were seeded eggs galore ready to hatch.
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