l’edizione 21. ombre. 🔊 [ ON ] it was the end of a brutal night shift, and i was running on fumes. the tunnels under city hall station always messed with me—too many turns, too many gates. i swore i took the right one, but the air felt... wrong. heavier. the hum started first, low and steady, like it was coming from the walls. then i saw it. at the edge of the platform, where no one should’ve been. a figure, black as a shadow, but it wasn’t just standing—it was growing. roots or wires or something were crawling out of it, twisting into the tiles. “come closer, mate,” it said, like it knew me, like it had been waiting. my head was spinning—was i too tired? dreaming? but the hum got louder, vibrating through my chest. the walls seemed to breathe. this wasn’t the station anymore. it was something else. and somehow, i knew—this was where my shift really started.
dottiff
it was the end of a brutal night shift, and i was running on fumes. the tunnels under city hall station always messed with me—too many turns, too many gates. i swore i took the right one, but the air felt... wrong. heavier. the hum started first, low and steady, like it was coming from the walls.
then i saw it. at the edge of the platform, where no one should’ve been. a figure, black as a shadow, but it wasn’t just standing—it was growing. roots or wires or something were crawling out of it, twisting into the tiles.
“come closer, mate,” it said, like it knew me, like it had been waiting. my head was spinning—was i too tired? dreaming? but the hum got louder, vibrating through my chest. the walls seemed to breathe. this wasn’t the station anymore. it was something else. and somehow, i knew—this was where my shift really started.