The moment my feet touched the deck of my Landship, I exhaled in quiet relief.
The familiar hum of the engines thrummed beneath me, a rhythmic pulse that resonated through the veins of this mobile fortress. The air was thick with the scent of Neuro alloy and ozone, interwoven with faint traces of mechanical oil and the ever-present undertones of something faintly floral—likely the result of Charis' relentless enthusiasm for scented air filtration that appeared out of nowhere after the arrival of Carlotta.
I allowed myself a small, satisfied smile.
Home.
For all the absurdity of Carcosa, for all the unstable landscapes and existential nightmares I had been subjected to, this was the one place I could truly call my own.
I made my way inward, passing through the reinforced corridors of the vessel, the walls alive with faintly glowing veins of neuromorphic circuitry.
