Stories to tell, worlds to see, swings to swing on

Was staring at a piece of infrastructure, pondering on the strangeness that, as sturdy as it was, it required maintenance and eventually replacement. That everything was like this – except for biological constructs that could perpetuate themselves. But they mutate. So – what if we could build everything out of biology? Our sinks and bridges become immortal – yet destined to become eerie, shifted, unrecognizable things within thousands of years.

this is an out-of-context journal entry you find discarded in an abandoned science lab in a horror game

The Infestation from Warframe