The ground opened beneath the oak tree, revealing a staircase. I always thought the tree house my father built was ordinary, but it seems it held a big secret. An underground bunker for a possible apocalypse.
An unexpected chill enveloped me as I descended the stairs. When I reached the bottom, I found myself in a room with walls covered in maps and dust-covered survival gear.
It seemed that my father had been preparing for the end of the world. As I explored, I found a worn diary lying on the floor. In its pages, I could hear my father's voice in every word; it seemed that he had created this refuge to protect what he loved from a fatal destiny.
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