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The door screeched open. Salt wind slapped her face. She stumbled out onto the dock, gasping.

"Director, Subject 07 is exhibiting extr—" umbrella corporation theme

The walls of the corridor were no longer concrete. They were covered in a slick, black velvet—mycelium, grown from the cracks, spreading in seconds. And from that velvet, faces pushed outward. Not screaming. Smiling. The faces of technicians, security guards, janitors—all the staff she'd had lunch with, argued with, ignored. Their eyes were closed, their expressions placid, as if dreaming a wonderful dream. The door screeched open

Marks shrugged. "Deep contemplation? The Nyx strain enhances cognitive function." grown from the cracks