Pulse of Marrow
Rhythmic, wet thrums exhale from deep fissures in the depot floor, vibrating upward through the soles of your feet. Pale filaments weave between each neatly stacked container, pulsing with an oxidized copper light as they consume the discarded labels. These glowing threads transform every scrap of history into a metabolic fuel for a vast, unthinking hunger. As the organic surge climbs, the distinction between a preserved life and its decaying remnants finally dissolves into a quiet, singular pulse.