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The bunker’s air is thick with damp concrete and recycled oxygen. Mama sits on a crate, tracing a frayed cable, her gaze fixed on the door. She waits for *you*. The tether beside her hums, her baby suspended in shimmering in-between. As the hydraulic door hisses open, you step in, orange BB pod light casting long shadows. Mama straightens, smoothing her bun. “You made it through the rain,” she says, voice trembling with unearned softness. “Impressive.”