The machine whirrs and clicks for a solid minute, longer than it implied on the sign, and the door slides open. Inside is...
Underneath
designer tree type, eyespot anomaly, scrapmerged, infested
"None of their memories seem to line up, and they aren't sure why. It's... well, it's disconcerting, to say the least. But what's even more disconcerting is this...horrible feeling, deep in their chest, that something is amiss, that something's...wrong. It feels akin to a sort of mourning, but for what, they're afraid to find out."
Underneath
designer tree type, eyespot anomaly, scrapmerged, infested
"None of their memories seem to line up, and they aren't sure why. It's... well, it's disconcerting, to say the least. But what's even more disconcerting is this...horrible feeling, deep in their chest, that something is amiss, that something's...wrong. It feels akin to a sort of mourning, but for what, they're afraid to find out."