The dim light of the forensics lamp cast long, distorted shadows across the sterile room. I knelt beside the two bodies, my gaze sweeping over their unnervingly serene forms.
It wasn't the grotesque violence often associated with death that struck me, but an unsettling stillness, a finality that hinted at something deeper, more philosophical.
By the way, for a moment, the condition of those two bodies reminded me of something I once read.
I whispered to myself, the sound barely audible above the hum of the ventilation system, staring at the two lifeless forms sprawled before me.
My mind, usually a fortress of cold logic and empirical data, began to drift, pulled by an insidious current. The faint scent of decay, a metallic tang mingling with something cloyingly sweet, and the pervasive coldness of the room seeped into me, chilling me to the bone in a way that went beyond mere temperature.
