Ol' Cave
The outcrop of this cave alone would, by any other means, be yet another one of numerous features that adorn the arid landscape.
The sickly yellows and rancid greens that colour each plant grow evermore vivid the closer they are to the cave entrance they are, is if to be a landing light guiding you toward it, yet as you notice the skeletal remains leading to and from the cave with the area immediately near the cave’s aperture being littered with the bleached bones of the souls who stumbled into what could only appear to be a silent kill zone.
Not a stone’s throw away from the cave is an impact crater than is teaming with the glowing flora that illuminate the gateway of the cave, with putrid water pooled toward the bottom of the pit, and pockets of rust floating on the surface. Yet, as rancid as the water appears, there is strangely no smell, no odour nor scent emanating from the pond as if the water was as sterile as that which came from the taps in your vault. Your eyes, on the other hand, bring you back to reality as the detritus strewn all over would suggest this would not be the place to refill your flasks.
In the centre of the pond is a worn and rusted metal tube. Time has eroded much of what it once was with the majority of it covered within the murky waters of the pond, yet you can make out a rather long and rusted cylinder that tapers off toward the end with what might appear to be a grouping of fins at the very tip. Although only one fin is left intact, the rest have either been sheared off or rusted away.
When you look upon what lies at the epicentre, an overwhelming sense of dread creeps over you, and leaves you feeling as hollow as the crate it now occupies. You don’t know why, but you feel as if this thing before you fills you with dread, and you can’t help but feel the world would have been better off without it.
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Room, Natural, Cavern
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