Deep underground, sealed in layers, a covert facility leads straight to the sea, a vast project unknown to anyone, secrets buried among countless truths and lies—the half-century of concealment, the hope and expectations of the past, extending to today's fear and taboo.
All of this converged in front of Agatha, cast in cold metal, hanging silently among the crisscrossing beams like skeletons, as if the years had solidified and then restarted their course—
A submersible secretly built by the City-State authorities.
Agatha stood quietly in front of the massive, silent machine, gazing at the heap of steel through thick black straps. An unspeakable pressure seemed to leap at the edge of her perception. It was a long while before she spoke, breaking the silence with a hoarse voice, "How did you find it?"
