The colossal eye, a mosaic of a thousand shattered experiences, pulsed with a cold, malevolent light, its gaze pinning Andrew to the very air. The Watcher's voice, a soundless scream that resonated only within his skull, promised no mercy.
"You found it, Irregular. Remarkable resilience. But merely locating it is not enough. To truly claim the Blueprint Shard... you must take it. And I assure you, it is far from unguarded. The core of this archive is not meant for the living."
As the Watcher's final, chilling words faded, the chamber truly awakened. The air, heavy with the weight of stasis, began to thrum with a deep, guttural hum that vibrated in Andrew's bones. The crystalline Memory Shards, countless and silent moments frozen in time, no longer just hung there. They shifted, subtly at first, then with increasing urgency, their glowing surfaces reflecting the angry, pulsating red light from the Watcher's omnipresent eye.
