Steins Gate Light 소설 & 이야기

Its towering frame is made of sleek, polished steel or aluminium and is embellished with embedded LED lights that softly illuminate, emphasising its high-tech appearance even in low light. At first appearance, it appears to be seamless, with no typical locks or handles. Instead, a panel with a high-definition touchscreen interface grabs attention by displaying elaborate patterns or a digital keypad for authorization. Sensors embedded discretely surrounding the gate detect motion and presence, providing an atmosphere of responsive intelligence. The gate's high-tech prowess is immediately apparent upon approach. As we approach the panel brightens with a colourful display, prompting for authori

It makes the fall harder. The iron gates of Brown-Forge Estate appear through the trees. The stones are a deep, dark crimson, cut from the mountain quarries nearby. They look like dried blood. Two guards stand at the checkpoint, their black tactical vests tight against their chests, their spears held loosely in their hands. I stop ten paces from the gate. The gravel beneath my feet is cold. The guard on the left blinks, his eyes widening as he recognizes my face. He drops the tip of his spear, a nasty, mocking sneer twisting his upper lip.

The house we hid within was on the main road, one leading straight ahead to a set of towering gates. Two pillars topped with a sun and moon sat on either side of the gates. The entire thing was made out of some kind of strange stone. There were veins of silver and gold embedded in the iridescent material. As the moonlight hit its surface, the colors within shifted and glowed. I’d never seen anything so beautiful, even if there were a handful of pale-eyed sentries pacing back and forth in front of it. “The sun rises in the east,” Azrael said, a wistful light sparkling within his eyes. “These gates were built to honor that, while the western ones honor the sunset. It’s been such a long time si

An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall over themselves to let us inside once they know who I am. The wall is ridiculously tall, made of thick, reinforced steel. I crane my neck back, move my hair back to see it all. The portly guard pulls a lever, and a portion of it lowers. Clunky and groaning, the ice flys out, the gate forcing its way open. The gate lowers completely, warm water slowly trickles out, and the inside of Estate Eclipse is steaming. I grab onto Dante and he helps me past the blocks of ice until we cross the other side of the gate.

But tell me, what do you know about the entrance to Gormley-Stuarts palatial gaff? 'It’s palatial - drive is 120 metres long and has eight centimetres of French rounded granite pebbles on it, with an electric gate that is activated by some radio-controlled device in her car.' He drew breath to continue. 'Whoa Charley. How do you know so much?' 'Larissa regularly bullies Vera into lending her labour to smooth her pebbles or paint the gate. I’ve done both this year.' 'How many cars do they have?'

With clear eyes, Dax led his people, his allies, those who had been rescued, and their prisoners to the gates of his domain. At the gate, Dax and all those behind him who could move, knelt. Everyone, except Dax, was on two knees. There were no guards at the gate. A position that never had fewer than seven Lightmoon shifters on watch. There were also no shifters, no living creatures of any kind, around the perimeter. This was the first gate. The one that marked Lightmoon’s territory. A full minute passed before the gate opened. The group knelt in silence. No one spoke or asked any questions.