A gloved hand grips you tightly as you are whisked through darkened morphing chambers, the walls slick, lit only by a dim glow within where a thin membrane barely containing faces that crane towards you. Finally, you emerge with a squint as your eyes adjust. Gentle muzak echoes against polished floors as you shamble breathlessly. Perfect timing, there is a sale on selected Molk-based products today. UBWU
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