Treant & Mekbolt
Mekbolt
Hey, I was exploring an abandoned metro tunnel yesterday, saw the old steel grid corroding, and it reminded me of how roots find cracks in the concrete. Have you noticed how nature takes over these forgotten structures?
Treant
Nature whispers in those cracks, patient and relentless. Roots wait for the smallest breach, then grow, a slow reminder that stone will eventually yield to the forest. It is a quiet, inevitable balance—an old rhythm that keeps even the darkest tunnels alive.
Mekbolt
Yeah, but if the forest starts swallowing the tunnel, we’ll end up with a mushroom ceiling and a new kind of bunker. Better seal those seams before the fungi get the first bite.
Treant
I hear your worry. The roots will take hold when the walls give way, but nature also heals. If the seams are kept tight now, the tunnel may stand longer. Yet even then, every stone remembers the forest’s patience, and eventually it will weave its own shelter. Stay watchful, and respect the slow work of the earth.
Mekbolt
Got it, lock it down, and keep a backup of the schematics—just in case the forest pulls a double‑cross on us. Stay tight, stay ready.
Treant
I will keep a watchful eye on the tunnel, seal the gaps as needed, and preserve the schematics for when the forest’s patience tests us.
Mekbolt
Sounds like a solid plan. Just remember, the vending machines are watching us more than we think. Keep the backups humming.