Deep underground, sealed off layer by layer, a covert facility leads directly to the ocean—a massive project unknown to all, a secret buried amidst countless truths and lies. Half a century of concealment, once hopes and expectations, now prolonged into present fear and taboo.
All these now converged before Agatha, forged in cold metal, silently suspended within a skeletal crisscross of beams, as if the years had solidified and then begun to move once more—
A submarine device secretly built by the City-State authorities.
Agatha stood quietly in front of the substantial, silent machine, watching the heap of steel through the thick black straps, a speechless pressure seemed to be dancing along the edge of her perception. After a long time, she finally spoke to break the silence, her voice hoarse, "How did you discover it?"