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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤

@gothicpierrot.bsky.social
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Hermit that lives below your floorboards I like fashion and writing. Doer of many things

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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 27/08/2026
Quit my job that was slowly killing me and leaving me (more) disabled
Painting of a group of dolphins. The text below says "Yay".
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 12/07/2026
It is a bit of a posters dilemma since I write stuff and I wanna share that kind of stuff. But to do that I need to open the app that gives you psychic damage.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 12/07/2026
Both my irl life and health tend to make me not use social at all. I would say this is the only place I semi-frequent.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 12/07/2026
Maybe that's why me like other Hispanic speakers speak quickly. Dunno
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 12/07/2026
In Mexico you would use a lot of sexual exploitatives and insults. Like "Tomala cabrón/Directo en el hocico", so I don't think there is a very polite way to dunk on someone like that lmao
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 12/07/2026
I cry every time I try to write in Spanish because that is a very context heavy language and I need to write 50% more than I would in English to convey the same message 😔
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 12/07/2026
5. El sufrimiento se aguanta mejor cuando TODOS JUNTOS AGUANTAMOS ese sufrimiento (Sorry, character limit and all lol)
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 12/07/2026
1. no pierdas contra un perro malvado y aparte pendejo en ajedrez 2. es digo de respeto el trabajar para el beneficio de los demás 3. aquellos ignorantes del trabajo nunca comprenderán nada 4. denle otros diez trillones de puntos a La Tabla
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 12/07/2026
How Mexican do you want it?
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 02/07/2026
Oh yeah, the estrogen also helps.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 02/07/2026
Heavy antidepressants, coffee, Visual-kei music and THIS single post has been what's kept me going these past few weeks.
Post from @genderthief.bsky.social:
i need all the mechsploitation girlies to get really into CAIN so they can start making CAINsploitation.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 22/06/2026
At this point it's better to just hit them with the Sartre quote about how these kinds of people don't actually care about arguments, but the display of power, and move on.
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𝔰𝔞𝔩𝔢𝔪 ☾ ❤️‍🔥 @w0lfertinger666.bsky.social · 19/06/2026
HAPPPPPY JUNETEENTH!!!!!! ♥️🖤⚜️🖤♥️ I'm a proud black trans boy!!! btw if you wanna tip and support a disabled black artist, my link is here!!! ko-fi.com/salembunner445
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 06/06/2026
Smiling Friends ass name
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 29/05/2026
Guess calling them a chud was what it took to get them to block lmao
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 28/05/2026
atp, if I have to guess, is getting called a Chud codified as hate speech of something
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 28/05/2026
They're gonna get dunked on into recreating Ham and Rye from first principles.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 28/05/2026
You're not contractually obligated to start fighting with random posters. Ignoring and scrolling past is a thing you can do. My involvement in this was to tell you that being misgendered is not grounds for being transphobic and to point out that if you want people to use your pronouns: say it.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 28/05/2026
1) Weird that you are now dragging this conversation to racism when the worst I have seen people say to you is standard fare insults / transphobic 2) The block button is right there
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 28/05/2026
Ofmg I just realized that... yeah, idk why this person is hemming and hawing about a beef THEY STARTED
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 28/05/2026
It takes two to be disrespectful dawg...
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 28/05/2026
Hey, I'm also non binary. If you wanna get called by the correct pronouns, either you put them in the bio or disclose them in some other way. You don't have a right to get pissy yourself about your own lack of disclosure and even less so at being transphobic.
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𝓐𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓮 @hotchickhell.bsky.social · 23/04/2026
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 13/05/2026
To me, the most insane aspect of that claim is that I was able to recognize and accept that I had trauma by TALKING TO MY THERAPIST ABOUT IT. Doing body activities and socialization is fine and all, but knowing the extent of what sexual abuse did to me was something only talking about it revealed.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 12/04/2026
Unconnected Short Stories! Post to prove I'm not dead, been fighting a lot with fatigue.
Scene Title: MOTHER IN THE GRAVEYARD
At the side of a dirt road, beneath the shadow cast by a walnut tree, the daughter tries to keep the tears at bay. It was her favorite tree, maybe she saw it grow with grandma long ago; doesn’t make a difference now. She looks at the road that leads up to the farm and then down to where the highway leads. It would be too obvious to escape by the trail, they would capture her immediately. At least she has some time to say goodbye, the men still believe she’s hiding away at the vineyards, cowering. They think she doesn’t have the guts to try and leave.

The daughter puts a hand over the fresh dirt, still loosened by the shovel. She still hopes she would rise out of the ground, to scold her for taking one of the freshly baked cookies to throw it at the ducks. To comfort her, like when her boyfriend broke up with her and abandoned her at the ice cream parlor in town. Help her escape, like when they drove together to the city so that she wouldn’t become a single mother. But she can’t, she wouldn’t be able to move anymore. No one returns from the ground.

She feels her cheeks getting hotter, knows she can’t stay any longer, can’t say all the things she wanted to, nor where she’ll go. She grabs the shovel and carries it on her shoulder, she’s not gonna let them find her, drag her back to the farm. She feels sin inside her heart, would God condemn her for leaving her mother buried in the middle of a dusty road? Can’t even leave a cross to mark her final resting place. The only thing she could hope for is that her mother could reach Heaven. Despite not being buried in hallowed ground, below a lush walnut tree, and despite the bad decisions of her little girl.

The tree is still visible from half a kilometer away, slowly drifting away: she wished she could go back, but never will. “Goodbye mother, goodbye” thinks the girl before entering the forest.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 19/03/2026
Sorry for the lack of posting. Been stuck in the stress realm.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 07/03/2026
Unconnected Short Scenes! I love EBM even though I don't go to the club. It's weird.
Scene Title: QUARREL

They don’t have much time (ten minutes tops) to get in there, kill The Don, and get the fuck out. No one has noticed the missing guard with a hammer hole on the side of his skull, not yet. The leader of the hitmen was glad that he scouted the place beforehand a week prior. The entrance could be used as a quick escape route when the hit is completed.

He calculated that there must be at maximum twenty guards in total: minus one (of course), so nineteen versus seven. The hitmen shifted through the crowded club, the noisy EBM and the flashing lights would make it easier to pick off the guards in close quarters. But not yet, first to taste the dirt should be the Don, after that, the rest of the capos should be easy pickings while they extract. Carve them, from the inside out, quick and extremely painful.

They split further, they can take care of themselves. So the leader skirts the edges of the dance floor and gazes at the inside balcony. Seven, none of them seem to carry large weapons, pistols or batons maybe. He slips through one of the employee only doors, his civilian clothes would be a perfect disguise if he needs to buy time until he could get close to an unsuspecting guard. He still kept the bloodied hammer tucked away inside his jacket.

He walks across a storeroom, chairs and tables piled onto one another near the beige walls, looking more like an office than a club. He goes up the stairs to the second floor and, if the blueprints are correct, he should be just outside the VIP rooms. Five minutes left, he’s now wearing a balaclava, a wide grin on his face; such an easy job. He opens the door, and an automatic shotgun is now pressed against his chest, the guard gives him a little smirk.

Shit, they were crossed.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 01/03/2026
This has been in the works for a while now... I'm writing a CAIN fan novel! 💀 www.scribblehub.com/series/21963... Right now it's only the prologue and first chapter, but this is a project that I'll be doing for the foreseeable future! [ #cainttrpg #cain #ttrpg ]
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CAIN: Bloodhounds
Beneath our physical world lies a roiling sea of psychic power. Deep within, its presence is beckoned by the emotions of the humans blindly swimming in it. For those who are sensitive to it, who are m...
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Tom Bloom @orbitaldropkick.bsky.social · 18/02/2026
i'm making a presentation
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StarBITE 🧛‍♂️🌟 @starite.bsky.social · 19/02/2026
really, really hate to do this but i just got laid off from my job and i need help financially. i know everyone else is poor too so if you can’t donate reposts are deeply appreciated 🥲 #mutualaid #signalboost #helpsky
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Kougeru 🐉⛩️ @kougeru.bsky.social · 12/02/2026
Absolutely do NOT give your ID or face scan on Discord. It's even worse than expected. Apparently due to people bypassing current systems, they're switching to "persona" which is funded by fucking Peter Thiel.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 10/02/2026
I tend to see this type of dude as someone who mainly hounds other for a position or policy, and then when they get an answer, *any answer*, they'll start debating you like Ben Shapiro.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 10/02/2026
I will always remember the EZLN and the Declaración de la Selva Lacandona as a good example that you can enact massive change will a small group of people in a (mostly) peaceful manner. It just takes a lot of courage and, sadly, nothing to lose.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 10/02/2026
Every time I see a "we can ONLY enact change by voting" ass take I just picture this instead.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 07/02/2026
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The lush foliage of spring helped him get closer to the river without being spotted. There were two dozen women cleaning themselves with washcloths at the riverside, some were bold enough to get into the still freezing waters for a proper wash, others remained on the treeline, armored-up and guarding the place. The first thing he noticed was that all of them were softly singing a melody, a folk song about love. They sang as a choir would, soft spoken and synchronized. In the middle of the stream, atop a rock, laid the Saint and her guardian: the Silver Witch. The lieutenant was specially careful not to be spotted by her, word around was that her deep blue eyes could see everything. The Saint sat at the edge, her feet hovering over the water, scrubbing her squalid body with a wet cloth. He wonders why she wouldn’t go into the river, considering she was aching for a bath, until he saw the water near her feet: just where the water touched her, it would immediately freeze in a perpetual layer of ice.

The ice looked thick enough to handle a person’s weight, and the Saint’s hair seemed to be completely dry. She probably crossed the river using her frozen steps, but why? Never has he seen such magic; one that didn’t require staves, chants or a scroll to manifest. At that moment, he believed the Saint was the recipient of old, powerful magic. And, her companion of choice is a witch, curious. With more questions than answers, he returns to report this to the captain.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 07/02/2026
Unconnected Short Scenes! :3 idk this one was weird lmao
The young lieutenant wanted to see the Saint while she was bathing. Not for lascivious reasons, of course, as he would justify himself to his superiors while being led to the hanging tree if discovered. He simply didn’t believe such a small, bony and puny child could be capable of doing miracles. And, if she is walking barefooted through the frozen soil and snow, because supposedly “her divine power makes it impossible to wear boots”, that alone sounds like a bunch of wife-tales. If he was to risk his life, as well as the ones of his comrades to fight against the barbarians; he should be able to see such “divinity” with his own eyes.

He sneaked into the underbrush that leads to a hidden spot across the channel near camp. The Saint had been insisting on taking a bath for days now, so they should be around here along with the female guards and the ladies-in-waiting of the caravan. It was the first days of Spring, so everyone should be bathing in the river, especially the Saint. It was gnawing at him, the possibility that the one who they have been escorting for three weeks to be resented to the prince himself… might’ve been a witch all along.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 06/02/2026
If it's a song, Spotiflac can do that.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 04/02/2026
"Okie dokie" reigns supreme in my vocabulary.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 01/02/2026
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Their androgynous body enthralls her with every detail. The muscular body, the broad shoulders, their height (high-heels included), the flat chest. Despite the androgynous look, she’s pretty sure she wasn’t at a drag bar, nor seen any indication that tonight was vogue night. But she didn’t care, as she felt the blood pumping through her veins, the hair on her back standing, every nerve lighting up like a Christmas tree. There was a small urge to leave, to run away, can’t risk going through all the shit that just happened a couple of days ago.

For a fleeting moment, she hated herself, for being like this, unable to control it, to not give in. But seeing them, she just couldn’t help herself: screw the moon, she wanted to know them, maybe even go out with them. Who knows, she was not in control anymore.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 01/02/2026
Unconnected... Short Scenes! I might one day expand this into a proper story... dunno.
Scene Title: PINK PONY CLUB

Despite still feeling the hangover from yesterday she decides to ask for a couple of beers and some chips to the barman. She looks around, seems she’s the only one in the whole bar who’s in the dumps. She feels stupid, out of place here with the show, the runway, the people having a fun time this weekend. Should’ve stayed at home, watch some crime show while eating cookies and drinking instant coffee. At least, could’ve gone to the country joint half a kilometer away. Could still go, but chooses not to: She hates country, right now she hates it with all her heart.

Thought that, maybe, going out to get some fresh air would be healthier than locking herself inside and watching TV for three days straight. But now she’s at this bar with a hangover, dragged out from two days ago, dragging out the inevitable. She sighs and takes a long swig, half emptying the beer in one go. At that moment, the lights on stage turn on and the music begins playing, everyone starts clapping in excitement.

She leans on her chair with the bottle resting on her lips, seems something good is about to happen. The pop jazzy beat is cut off by a melodic voice, low but still feminine. The singer finishes the verse and the song properly starts as she walks on stage. She wears the hair and dress of a 20s flapper, with striking and theatrical makeup, walking in long strides to the beat. The audience goes wild, but she can’t take her eyes off the singer; her deep brown eyes, her steps elegant and confident, her voluptuous lips singing with an alto tone. She leaves the bottle on the table, infatuated with the melody and choreography, as if she was watching fire itself dance.
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Jacob Oller @jacoboller.bsky.social · 27/01/2026
"getting outside your bubble" is an admirable thing when it means trying a new hobby or introducing yourself to your neighbor or watching an art film but people only want to apply it to "being a little more racist just to see how it feels"
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Sen. Pumpkin Gogurt @ugarles.bsky.social · 27/01/2026
"you wanted a pony" is the guilt talking. the knowledge that you didn't push the party to do the right thing out of triangulation and cowardice. you tried to play a very dangerous game of enticing the enemy at the expense of alienating your allies and you're lashing out the people who warned you.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 24/01/2026
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They run in the opposite direction to the creature, its wings lethargically flapping as they rise. There must be a way out of here, thought the knight, while the vestal clutches her reliquary, fear creeping up her back. The angel opens their eyes, amphibious and scarlet red, looking at the gray sky once more: the hunger returns.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 24/01/2026
Unconnected ✨ Short ✨ Scenes! I like making weird, non-traditional angels.
Scene Title: OMORI
They thought they must’ve walked the wrong path, there was no other explanation. The three of them were walking on air, a clear sky with some clouds far away, below they saw no ground, just more sky. The vestal was the first who noticed, ever since they entered that strange room in the castle; there was a presence lurking inside this facade of “heaven”. A couple of meters away, behind the edges of a cloud, there was a thing wrapped in chains.

She stopped the party, the mage and the knight held behind her. The cloud passed the figure and the three saw a strange being chained by heavy manacles to the wall of fake sky. A skeletal humanoid, pale as bone, limply suspended and seemingly sleeping. All of them, with extreme caution, approached the creature. That moment was when they saw the wings languidly hanging from its back.

– An… an angel? – Whispered the mage.

The vestal pierced daggers at him with zealous disdain. She wanted to say something, an insult, a rebuke or complaint about that comment, which no matter how you spin it… it was heresy. But she contained herself, couldn’t pronounce a word while that deep sense of discomfort permeated her. She looked back at the humanoid.

It’s delicate wings, the blurred and ambiguous features, it’s smooth face, too smooth like porcelain or glass. If that was an angel, it must have been one perverted, corrupted by whatever haunts this castle. Her God wouldn’t have created something this fake, so close to humans but foreign at the same time.

Suddenly, the sky rumbles, the growling sound of thunder echoes through the room. The clear calm sky starts to bleed an inky substance, dying the clouds. From white, to gray, to the purest black like the shadows of the castle. The chains began to clank, the pallid haggard body started to shift. The knight grabs the mage and carries him over his shoulder.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
The "secret knowledge" you're apparently being denied to know isn't the Jakarta Method or Operación Cóndor, but what happens when you're pulled over by a cop and are brown. Are you serious?
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 22/01/2026
This just reveals that either you don't interact with marginalized people irl, or they don't trust you'll believe their lived experiences.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 21/01/2026
"The world/world order didn't end so nothing happened actually"-ass mentality.
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💛🤍Ferra!💜🖤 @gothicpierrot.bsky.social · 18/01/2026
Unconnected! Short! Scenes! A great apocalypse happened, but not *everything* seems to be lost. At least not for those who aren't affected by it.
Title of the scene: RITUAL

The android has never seen a temple before. The old chapel was covered in moss and thoroughly invaded by plants, but its massive height and the tapered interiors left them astonished. Maybe it was the town center, the only building made of stone to have survived this long. They imagined what the town, the temple, might’ve looked like before it became this plain of grass filled with cows.

Small colored glass sticks out of its small round windows, the only thing left from the stained glass patterns. Normally, they would barely see the interior without changing the exposition of their synth optical receivers. However, there was now a massive hole in the ceiling. Why would the brief say people congregated here before the disaster? Is this another dead end?

The android pulled out their sonar, maybe there was something below, a bunker or some tunnel. The scanner showed something was underground, good! It seems the structure is quite big and made from a resilient, cement-like density here. They run another set of scans; there’s no sound vibration below and there’s subtle traces of radiation: not good.
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