There was no visible slot, or any indicator of any kind for access. Simply a green panel. Maybe it didn’t need a key?
The door swung open with a slow creak, revealing…
Muck. A really good amount of muck. It was all piled in one corner, as if someone had planted a muck seed there and it had sprouted into a beautiful muck lump. Thoroughly revolting, to say the least, although the room seemed to be furnished nicer than the others.
Maybe this wasn’t the best option.
There was a… peculiar sensation.
Was it coming from the ceiling or the wall? Was it near or far away? No, it had to be close, or it couldn’t feel so… Strong. Like a pulsing sensation of blood, only thousands of times faster. Tens of thousands of times.
Whoa, don’t get overwhelmed. That sensation - it was like feeling for a pulse under the skin. It was like… Feeling the vein, the exact location of the artery, except… Feeling it with your mind. It seemed to run across the wall and the ceiling, and if you decided to focus, you could almost feel an exact path between the panel on the wall and the hatch above.
Kinda sus ngl