PsychoLab: Station 17 – Journey into Memory
Thick fog settled like a veil over the scene as the PsychoLab team opened their eyes. The dream suits had led them directly into the vision they had reconstructed in the archive: an abandoned train station, hidden in the depths of the collective subconscious. The rusty metal sign above the entrance bore the faint inscription: "Platform 17."
The atmosphere was silent, almost unnatural. No sound, no wind—only the steady dripping of water somewhere in the distance. The platform seemed deserted, but traces in the dust revealed that they weren't the first. As with PsychoLab's limited-edition streetwear collections, every trace seemed to tell a story—fragmentary, meaningful.
The Return of the Shadows
As they examined the area, the first flickering effects began to appear at the edge of their vision. A distorted loudspeaker crackled and whispered fragments of past announcements. Then the first shadowy figures appeared—not hostile, but wary. They moved between the tracks like thoughts that wouldn't let go.
Dr. Stein discovered a metal box, half-overgrown, hidden behind a destroyed bench. Inside: another clue. An old fragment—a projection of memories. The voice belonged to Clara Winter.
"If you're listening to this, I've crossed the threshold," she said in the recording. "The second key is more than just an object. It's a moment—captured in a memory. You must find it before reality erases it."
A moment in time
The team realized they weren't looking for a physical key, but a mental anchor. A memory strong enough to activate the next gate. The shadows reacted – they began to gather around the team, not attacking, but searching. It seemed as if they, too, were reaching for something that had been lost.
Clara closed her eyes. "We need to reconstruct the moment. The station itself is the memory."
Suddenly, the floor began to vibrate. A train whistle sounded in the distance—long, ghostly. Platform 17 awoke. It was as if an old PsychoLab vision had come to life—a mixture of reality distortion and creative rebellion.
What happens next?
A ray of light broke through the fog. A train approached, though the tracks were no longer visible. The shadows retreated. A single symbol was emblazoned on the train: the same symbol as on the third key.
The team was ready. This train would take them not only deeper into the dream world—but into the heart of a memory that should never have returned. It was a step further into the PsychoLab experiment—where dream, identity, and reality blur.
