A contribution by Arend275

They shut the secret pro when all went wrong. I sneaked back in out of curiosity. Forced locks. Surprised: everything still intact. Cracked a safe. Saw drawings, documents, a special code: 167.167.167.000.00. Passwords to enter systems. Found a file that fitted the code. Some greek words like: απειλητική για τη ζωή, ευθύνη and αμετάκλητος. (?) Couldn't stop myself. Typed the numbers one by one. Waited. Nothing. A deafening silence. But then I heard the cracks. Tickles. Low frequency bursts. My blood ran cold. By then it was too late. My watch stopped ticking. Something messed up my senses. I ran out. Went back later to see what was left from a safe distance. The noise was still there. But all grass, bushes and trees: gone. Just a void, nothingness. It appeared that all was sucked into the concrete building. The ridiculous ungoing grinding noise from the centre left an unearthy, sort of black hole impression. I almost lost my mind as I realized that this progress could not be stopped.

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