The Glass Factory
The corridor opens into a chamber of massive petrified Ovamorphs, each as large as a transport module.
Humidity registers higher here—trace elements suggest former oxygen saturation within human norms.
These aren't monuments. No glyphs. No inscriptions. They're organic.
At first glance, it's a nest. But it's more than that. The pattern, the layout, the sheer mass—they imply a scale of reproductive output unseen in all known xenobiological precedent.