Passageways

Climbing through the angled window was disorienting. Inside, gravity felt wrong. Floors tilted steeply, walls seemed like ceilings.
Hallways leaned sideways, every step sliding on damp metal. Water dripped from cracks above, echoing into silence. The air smelled of rust and salt. Each move deeper into the wreck thickened the tension. Nothing felt safe.
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