In the vast matrix hall, the buzzing sounds of ancient machinery resonate between silver-white metal pillars, sometimes coming together like the peculiar melody of wind chimes—a sound Ophelia vaguely remembers hearing when someone visited her long ago, describing the mental sounds she emitted as "wind chimes" in the days before this underground facility was sealed.
But that was long ago, so long that even tireless machines have stored the relevant data in the deepest part of databases, and now no living person will knock on these ancient, dust-covered doors. In this vast underground facility, only soulless Iron Soldiers and cold magical mechanisms accompany her, this sleepless ancient ghost.
