Literature
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We stow away between the skeletons, hulking carcasses stuffed with gold, as they are hidden in the largest of the chambers. Rust razes metal on metal in their stead. We hide in the depths; the gate is sealed airtight behind us. There is vibration, noise - then calm. In the vacuum, silence absolute, we spread.
And spread.
And spread.
The chambers have become our sanctuary. Our silvery tapestries hang from rib to rib, from spine to spine, swaying gently from side to side. To our eyes, the stained steel is beautiful again. This is our place now.
Yet still, we must use caution - lest we consume too easily. It would not do to slow our growt