FOUNDATION

Ellis steps into the oldest part of the structure — a chamber that feels less built and more grown. The walls don’t move, but the space rearranges itself around him. The air thickens. The darkness shifts. Something in the room studies him with a patience that feels ancient. This isn’t a reaction. It isn’t a threat. It’s recognition.For the first time, Ellis isn’t exploring the building.He’s standing in the part of it that remembers.And whatever’s in the dark has finally decided to acknowledge him