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The interior of the submarine was as unwelcoming as its exterior suggested. Years of neglect had left it stripped down to bare metal, with exposed bolts, rust-streaked walls, and puddles of condensation collecting in the floor’s uneven seams. The narrow hallways echoed with every footstep, and the thick air smelled of old machinery and sea salt. Any trace of its original use had faded—no beds, no wiring, just a hollow shell.
Light was scarce. The only natural glow came from a single round porthole, fogged and speckled with rust, offering a hazy view of the shipyard beyond. It barely let in enough light to see across the room, casting eerie shadows along the walls. The rest of the space was lit by a single dangling bulb near the ceiling, its wire swaying ever so slightly whenever a breeze found its way in.
Despite the decay, there were still hints of charm hidden beneath the grime. A metal placard near the control panel still listed faded instructions from decades ago, and a brass wheel, once used to seal a hatch, had tarnished to a deep, burnished gold. Even in its bleakest state, the submarine held onto fragments of character—waiting for someone with the vision to bring it back to life.