The room where the spaceships were kept looked beautiful and nice to the eyes.
It was always locked, and the inside was simply magnificent.
The walls were steel-looking, draped in intricate decorations, almost like someone had mistaken this for a throne hall.
A place where spaceships were kept clearly didn't need all that, but it was nice though. It gave the place a sort of prestige.
The lights above weren't the regular bulbs. They glowed with a blue hue, humming softly, giving the place a futuristic, almost holy feel.
There were long pipes running through the sides of the wall—some thick, some small. A few hissed quietly, releasing bursts of steam—soft and even pleasant to look at.
The floor was clean, way too clean. Smooth metal surface, polished to the point it reflected the legs of the ships resting on them.
And the smell? A bit smoky, like engine oil mixed with something synthetic.
