TAP! TAP!
The rhythmic sound of Astron and Carl's footsteps echoed through the tunnel as they continued forward, the soft glow of the light in their hands casting eerie shadows on the walls.
As they walked, they noticed signs that the tunnel had once been frequented by others. There were remnants of old bearings, worn and weathered from years of use. Tools lay scattered along the ground, their handles covered in dust and rust from disuse.
Carl bent down to examine one of the abandoned tools, running his fingers along its surface with a thoughtful expression. "It seems like this tunnel was once actively used," he remarked, his voice echoing softly in the confined space.
"That is right." Astron nodded, already having reached that conclusion. "But it was way too long ago. This equipment wasn't the ones that were shown to us."
