Pt.3 | Nг–vг‰nyek

I can't do it alone, she thought desperately, her vision blurring at the edges.

The heavy steel doors of Air lock 4 were trembling. A thick, yellowish fog was already seeping through the rubber seals, curling across the floor like a living, predatory thing. The automated sealing system had jammed. NÖVÉNYEK PT.3

She turned back to the rows of massive, glowing hydroponic bays. Towering ferns, vibrant orchids with petals like spilled ink, and thick, coiled vines stretched toward the artificial suns lining the ceiling. This was her project: Növények Pt. 3 —Plants, Part 3. The first two phases had been failures. Part 1 had succumbed to a synthetic blight. Part 2 had grown too aggressively, strangling its own life support systems in a desperate, blind reach for light. But Part 3 was different. Part 3 was listening. I can't do it alone, she thought desperately,