The Odicassie Museum once the greatest gallery of all Ixyian artifact, now covered in a shroud of moss and in-twined in the vines of Gosomma Trees. as you explore the museum gazing at the dimly lit and all so forgotten art work of long dead Ixyians when you see a shifting shadow move in the corner of your eye. you turn instantly to investigate the dark figure when a light flickers on and a scattered voice pops and crackles out of a worn speaker. "the Odicassie Public Safety commission has issued a mandatory evacuation from the south side....east side....west side...north side....downtown....and middle town Suburbs. please vacate the museum in an orderly Fashion to the nearest O.P.S.C. evacuation zone." it steps out of the dark and repeats its self. a public safety bot creaks its rusty body towards you. "please vacate the premises please" you begin to walk back to the crumbling hole in the wall as the robot follows behind you. eventually you find your self lost and wandering. you glance behind you to gain a better look at the automaton grimmising at the Grinding metal and the faint smell of failing circuitry.
eventually you find your self at what seemed to be the main room of the Museum, once filled with grand murals inlaid with gold and filled with Amazing Sculptures that gazed out the tilted glass dome facing the eastern skies; now the sanctuary to a massive Gosomma tree that has rooted itself into the loose debris. bright light pours into the chamber and reflects against the pool of trapped rain water. creating a immaculate light show across the faded murals. you stand there and gaze at the amazing beauty "please vacate the premises please." breaks the soothing songs of echoing water and birds nesting in the ruins. you continue to walk down the corridor. finding your self at the hole you entered in from. the robot stares at you and putters out a few words before returning to the dark "thank you for your cooperation, please report to your nearest evacuation zone as per instruction of the O.P.S.C." you walk off into the tall grass towards you P.D.M. Cycle gazing back at the collapsing Facade.
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