The Anatomy of the Unmade (August, 2026)

In the cold halls of the old infirmary, every iron table is impregnated with the smell of rusted steel and old blood, and through the abandoned wards and dark corridors, the last cries of the dying can still be heard.

This is a place where every repair demands a toll, where no flesh is left uncarved, and where the line between healing and horror was erased long ago.