Chapter Thirty-Two - The Denver Airport

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

The Denver Airport

YOU WALK THROUGH the gates and it’s just a terminal.
A big one.
Weird art.
Statues.
Murals.
Fine.

But there’s something about it.
That feeling in your stomach.
Like you just stepped onto a stage and forgot your lines.

Construction went wildly over budget.
Then they built… underground.
Lots of underground.

They say it’s just for storage.
But it’s deep. And wide.
And a bit too secretive.

There’s a plaque with a time capsule.
It references the “New World Airport Commission.”
A group that doesn’t exist.

Then there’s the giant blue horse—Blucifer.
Its glowing red eyes.
The artist who made it?
Killed by it, mid-construction.

People say it's a hub for something else.
A fallback. A bunker.
A place where the doors close when the rest of the world burns.

Or maybe it’s just an airport.
A weird, expensive airport.
That stares back when you look too close.