Turmoil Deeper Underground-unleashed -

The final transmission from the Kola outpost came at 07:14 GMT. Anya’s face, projected on a grainy feed, was serene. Behind her, the walls of the control room were peeling away like wallpaper, revealing a honeycomb of crystalline structures that pulsed with a soft, violet light.

“Pull it up,” Yakov, the foreman, ordered, his voice dry as permafrost. Turmoil Deeper Underground-Unleashed

The feed cut to static. The Kola Ultradeep site is now a crater filled with a perfectly smooth, obsidian-like glass. Helicopters that fly over it lose their instruments and report a feeling of profound, crushing nostalgia. The walking trees have stopped. They now form a single, giant arrow, pointing not east or west, but straight down. The final transmission from the Kola outpost came