TimeGap

I stood in front of the rusty iron door, the beam of my flashlight making a trembling arc in the darkness. The abandoned military base was grimmer than I had expected, the damp air reeking of rust and motor oil. My boots made a disconcerting splintering sound on the broken concrete.

"The power room should be on the second floor." I said to myself, running my finger across the dappled signs on the wall. The flashlight shone on the faded red arrows and warning signs, making them look like some kind of foreboding.

Down the narrow stairs, I could hear my own breathing echoing through the empty corridor. Every step seemed to awaken the sleeping beast, and the pipes in the walls made occasional "rattling" sounds, as if something were crawling inside.

When I finally found the power room, the heavy iron door was covered with strange scratches, as if it had been scratched by some giant claw. As I pushed open the creaking door, dust poured into my face. Under the beam of my flashlight, I saw the dusty console.

"I hope it works." I mumbled, my fingers fumbling around the control panel. Suddenly, there was a sound of electricity, and the whole room lit up with dark red emergency lights. The dashboard on the console began to bounce with a faint buzz.

Just then I heard the sound of metal grinding behind me. As I turned, I saw a fire-breathing device sticking out of the wall, slowly turning. Hot flames burst out and I instinctively threw myself aside, the hot air brushing my back.

"Damn it!" I cursed and rolled out of the power room. In the corridor, more fire-breathing devices protruded from the walls, like fire snakes spitting out letters. I have to find a way to control these devices.

While dodging the flames, I noticed a strange circular device on the ground. It looks like a giant clock, with intricate gears and scales all over its surface. I crouched down and wiped the dust off the surface with my hand, and found that the pointer could turn.

"This could be the key to controlling the agency." I turned the needle carefully. As the gears turned, the whole base began to make a low roar. The fire-breathing device stopped moving, but what was even more shocking was that in the abyss before me, Bridges began to move, like giant arms waving in the darkness.

I shone my flashlight into the abyss and found Bridges connecting different rooms. Each room glowed eerily, as if calling me to explore. But I know that this base harbors many unknown dangers, and I have only just begun to unravel the mystery of it.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped onto the nearest moving bridge. The metal plates vibrated slightly underfoot, and there was a faint sound of the wind in the abyss, like the whisper of some creature. I had no idea what lay ahead, but one thing was certain - the secrets of this base were far more astonishing than I had imagined.

As I explored further, I discovered that each room corresponded to a different point in time. Some rooms are still as they were before the site was abandoned, with unfinished coffee on the table; Other rooms were filled with futuristic equipment, with streams of data projected on the walls that I didn't understand.

The most disturbing thing is that I always feel that there is something watching me in the dark. Every time I turn around, all I see are empty corridors and swaying shadows. But the feeling of being watched was so real it sent shivers down my back.

When I arrived in a room full of screens, I finally discovered the truth about the base. It turns out that space-time experiments have been going on here, trying to open a portal to the past and the future. And those fire-breathing devices and moving Bridges are all safety systems designed to prevent the subject from escaping.

Suddenly, all the screens lit up at the same time, and a mechanical voice echoed through the room: "Warning, unauthorized person detected. Initiate Final Defense Protocol." I realized I had set off some kind of alarm system and had to find the exit quickly.

That's when I noticed a familiar clock device on the main console. It may be my only hope of escape. I reached trembling for the hands of the clock, ready to turn it again. But this time, I don't know what the consequences will be......